Rhythms Quotes

Dancing. Come on. You can do it. It's a lot like navigating through a laser grid. It requires rhythm.' He moved her hips to the beat of the distant music. 'And patience.' He spun her around slowly and back toward him. 'And it's only fun if you trust your partner.' The dip was so slow, so smooth that Kat didn't know it was happening until the world was already turned upside down and Hale's face was inches from her own. Count me in, Kat.' He squeezed her tighter. 'You should always count me in.

Routine had become rhythm. Rhythm had become identity.

He put his hand on my waist, and my heart began to pound, a rougher rhythm than the music. I held my skirt. Our free hands met. His felt warm and comforting and unsettling and bewildering--all at once.

Some of these sentences were written downstairs before the kids woke. Others were scribbled on a pad when I should have been clearing the table. Some were typed at the office while I snoozed a couple of client emails, and some were hastily tapped out on my phone in the middle of a backyard fire conversation among friends sharing our mutual parenting struggles. But all of them come from the fray, and all of them are much more scuffed up by failure than they are polished up by success. I find I am drawn to write about things I struggle with, and habits of the household are no different. I’m qualified to write about this stuff not because I’m so good at it, I’m qualified to write about this stuff because I need it so badly.