What moved me most was how Stepping wasn’t just movement — it was belonging. A language shared without words. A moment where tension dissolved, and music became the bridge between generations, between mother and child, between expectation and freedom.
I love how you folded memory into music — how certain tracks weren’t just songs, but summons. Summer Madness, The Payback, Rock Creek Park — you made me hear them while reading.
RK, your words stopped me in my tracks. You understood exactly what I hoped would come through, that Stepping was more than movement; it was belonging, connection, and freedom all rolled into rhythm.
What moved me most was how Stepping wasn’t just movement — it was belonging. A language shared without words. A moment where tension dissolved, and music became the bridge between generations, between mother and child, between expectation and freedom.
I love how you folded memory into music — how certain tracks weren’t just songs, but summons. Summer Madness, The Payback, Rock Creek Park — you made me hear them while reading.
RK, your words stopped me in my tracks. You understood exactly what I hoped would come through, that Stepping was more than movement; it was belonging, connection, and freedom all rolled into rhythm.
Thank you for hearing the music with me. 💜