Sword and cane wielding belly dancer, folk and swing dancer, mud wrestler, actress, singer, seamstress, runner, baker, jewelry maker, photographer, model, poet, writer, beautiful bruja. Yes, there’s much I could ask my mother about her life. But what I’d really want to know is: Why did she always choose lovers who were Not Enough? Did she not see her own mightiness? Or did she fear her Too Muchness, too? Never really slipping that rope off her foot.