A Dream Reawakens

Several years after the visit to the Broadmoor Skating Club,* I sat in a hospital as my parents filled out paperwork to admit me for inpatient treatment.  I had just withdrawn from college to seek treatment for an illness.  Life was no longer recognizable to me, devoid of all structure, definition, and predictability.  A fewContinue reading “A Dream Reawakens”

A Dream Awakens (and then goes dormant)

It was the winter of 1984 and I was transfixed by the Sarajevo Olympics.  The figure skating events enthralled me more than any of the others, in particular Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean’s ice dance performance to Maurice Ravel’s Bolero.  I watched in awe as Torvill and Dean began their program in a kneeling positionContinue reading “A Dream Awakens (and then goes dormant)”