Aaaaand… quadruple turn into an aerial then prep to whip thirty-two fouette turns into a side-straddle leap step kick your face slide into the splits then stand on your head and spin. 5-6-7-8 GO! Holy flexibility. I’m dizzy. Ouch. while back in my day Were you a dancer who could sing-ish, a singer who could dance-ish, […]
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Back in 1972, when I was a college freshman minoring in dance, my aha moment revealed itself when my need to wear a leotard all-day-every-day was nixed by my Quantitative Reasoning, Natural Sciences and Spanish professors. That being the case, I had no choice but to take another course of action by transferring to a
My day began just like the one before. And the one before that. And yup the one before that. Hermetically sealed, insulated, safeguarded – that’s me! Being tucked away, all those viral spritzings are unable to reach me. I feel impenetrable. However, unlike the day before and the days before that AND the WEEKS before
(okay, OK…MY mind needs to know) I one hundred per cent believed in the Easter Bunny. With that in mind, I came to expect that a basketful of goodies would be left on the hearth of our fireplace come Easter Sunday. According to me, the EB evidently entered ones home by way of the chimney.
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So my husband did a thing. A rather BIG thing. A thing where a surgeon opened up his chest, reached INSIDE with his surgeon hand and stopped his heart. A thing where two arteries and one vein were grafted to the “still” heart. It was not a fun thing, but a necessary thing and an
Those of us having accumulated some advanced mileage are often asked, “what advice would you give your younger self?” The following words of wisdom, when mulling over the past, are what one would expect: All of value, ALL helpful, ALL emboldening. However, ALL things considered, I am ready to share my WORDLY WORDS OF WISDOM…
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I have a backlog of random content that freely wanders into my head. And since I have taken measures to share all kinds of particulars about my life … perhaps over-sharing … why stop now? What else do I have to do? So, no time for an about-face – I am here to continue spilling
I began this foray into writing as my self-prescribed therapeutic escape. Little did I know it would prove to be a much needed respite for me throughout the previous years’ absurdity. It provided fodder for some unfortunate ranting, some unexpected raves and some lovely recollections. It was a sucky year. And that’s the way the
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EATING MY FEELINGS (my oh sooooooo many feelings) DONUTS. Each one a magnificent ring-shaped sampling of scrumptiousness. My donut cravings show up a few times per year; precipitated by nothing but plain old burning desire. And when they do, I become fixated on where to get the very best ones. Sometimes it takes a great
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As a small fry I thought my parents were a bunch of know-it-alls. In a good way. I was sure they knew what to do about anything whatsoever and that their intellect was profound and limitless. I was impressed. history? They had the facts. medical issues? They handled those with utmost doctor-like confidence. my personal
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