I grew up with a dog; an apricot poodle named Count Bouche IV (that was his given name and we never thought to change it). Bouche did not understand the mechanics of lifting his leg to pee and his breath was often nasty…but my goodness we adored that dog. And I greet every dog I […]
LOVE IS A FOUR-LEGGED WORD Read More »
Singing into hair brushes and bopping like nobody’s watching… you all did that …didn’t you? Well I was certainly no exception. Oh how I flourished in my bedroom…. my rehearsal studio. My dressing room. My costume department. My stage. My performing arts haven. In that room it was unrestrained, full-on SHOWBIZ-NESS. I was Ann-Margret in
GETTING DOWN TO BIZ-NESS Read More »
CHUMMY AT A DISTANCE My husband enthusiastically decided that this social distancing thing has provided him with a new antidote for nighttime behavior. He claims that some delicate sounds, reverberating within earshot, are affecting his ability to catch some zs. He is accusing ME of extreme zzzing and until I get proof I can assure
GOING VIRAL TAKES ON A WHOLE NEW MEANING Read More »
My career as a dancer was a most significant chapter in my life…probably more like a book, a bunch of sequels and an addendum*. And per my tag line – ‘rants, raves & recollections as I entertain my next chapter’ – I literally entertained throughout those years of my life. Naturally I was aware that
CAUGHT BETWEEN A DANCE AND A LAW PLACE Read More »
I remember the first boy who liked me. Larry. And I know he liked me because he pulled my hair and chased me around the playground during kindergarten recess. And until his efforts escalated and my daddy had to come to school and have a “talk” with him – I suppose I liked him too.
TO ALL THE BOYS I LOVED BEFORE Read More »
NO, I am not headed to a funeral. YES, I do wear black – a lot – thanks for noticing. I am a very happy, cheerful, sunny person. YES, I do have other colors in my closet. White and cream and grey… oh, and one pink sweater – told ya. On the east side of
VERY NICE BUT DOES IT COME IN BLACK Read More »
Beyond the geographically desirable (and seemingly attainable) boys I wrote about in my diary – there were others I yearned for. And by others… I mean the fellas written up in Tiger Beat magazine. While glimpsing them on television, oogling their photos taped to my bedroom walls and replaying their albums, I dreamt about meeting
THEY LOVED ME..but only in my mind Read More »
It has been pointed out that I am in constant ‘hum’. At times I am cognizant of said hum, but mostly it makes its appearance unawares. And it seems, per dear family members, annoyingly so. Really?? My melodious vibrations are not a delight for your ears? How rude. There is almost always a melody in
HUMMING A HAPPY TUNE Read More »
I had cancer. I was squished, prodded, zapped, poked, sliced and diced. My first diagnosis was met with varying degrees of shock, fear, pragmatic acceptance and the “oh no you di’int” just tell me that! My left breast had betrayed me and I was not having it.Then my thyroid hoodwinked me. Finally, that left boob
These are the questions often asked of me… ARE YOU STILL DANCING? “Yes, on Monday nights from 6:00-7:30 and in my kitchen the remainder of the week”. DO YOU MISS PERFORMING? “Nope, let the young ones have their turn”. YOU REALLY DON’T MISS PERFORMING? “Hmmmmmmm…let me think…nope”. NOT ONE THING? “NO. Oh wait…I do miss
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