Turning Point: Rita Ionides


The toddlers in the audience, waiting to watch me dance, brought me full circle. Two years old, I had watched the Nutcracker on DVD every single day for more than a year, dancing along with the snowflakes with homemade pom-pom branches and a fluffy white dress on clumsy toddler feet. Now my costume was real— a white romantic tutu that fluttered as I moved— and my feet were arched and sturdy with years of practice. Though I had been many things in between, I was a snowflake still. And today, I would be a snowflake for someone else.