I’ve never had that nightmare where I’m standing on stage naked, paralyzed in the footlights and the audience’s howling laughter. I was born and eventually bred to be a performer, and a big, open stage has always felt like home. But I wasn’t brought up to improvise. I was brought up to plan, to weigh everything from my produce to my decisions carefully. Whether it was in dance class or in algebra, I was taught to follow the steps very, very closely. No one ever suggested that I play with them or, God forbid, make them up completely as I went along.

Dearest Pinkies, Please welcome Christine Reed, blogger, yogi, dancer, and ... well ... you'll see. We're thrilled to have her in the community, and to welcome her and her gorgeous words onto the Pink mainstage. Thank you, Christine, for giving us the opportunity to bear witness to your story. We love you!