Practical Mommy’s Impractical Art Project

Step 2: But Why Tango?

At this point, I began living my life by the signs. Sometimes, I didn’t exactly know what they meant but at least I was paying attention. This was a new thing for me since up until then, I was a take charge kinda girl. I was convinced that the only way to get anywhere in life or get anything done, meant I had to do it myself. Period.

My DIY Method is what had allowed me to transplant myself at age 13 to halfway around the world. This philosophy is how I graduated at the top of my class, how I landed one of two prized positions at a prestigious ad agency, how I created a stellar career as a designer, how I got to be 36 years old, 2.5 kids, in the top 5% of household incomes in the world, and feeling… profoundly empty. [Read more…]

Practical Mommy’s Impractical Art Project

Step 1: In the beginning, there was The Dance.

It started with a book at my local library. The book was displayed prominently at the end of an aisle. It was orange. If you were watching “My Life, the Movie” this would have been the dramatic moment when everything except this book faded into the background. It was called The Dance.

Here’s the poem that was the inspiration for the book: [Read more…]

Practical Mommy’s Impractical Art Project

Art is a generous action. It’s when a human connects with another human and makes a change. ~ Seth Godin

On January 16, 2009 I was officially divorced.

On January 29, I took my first tango class. I know, it’s a total cliché. I felt the need to do something I’d never done before. Argentine Tango seemed a lot less self-destructive than jumping off a bridge.

Some post-divorced women go to find themselves on 4-month sojourns in exotic countries. Seeing as I had two young children, that just wasn’t very convenient for me. So I went to find myself at COCA every Tuesday night for 13 weeks.

Considering the extent of my previous dance instruction was Intro to Ballet in the church cafeteria at the age of seven, I’m not exactly sure what compelled me to go. But I was most definitely compelled. [Read more…]