I remember being 11 and not wanting to miss a single ballet

class. I was obsessed with ballet (not much has changed). I felt as though I couldn’t breathe without ballet. I wanted to impress this art form with my allegiance, my hard work, my heart, and my soul. It was...

Here it is!  A new year, and even bigger, a new decade. 

As many of you may know, for dance teachers, the end of the year is when we begin to think about the Spring Recital. We flip through costume books, conjure up stories to choreograph, and dig through endless o...

It is a New Year.  Here we go … the familiar choreography of setting new goals and new intentions; tossing out old habits and throwing off leashes of the past, limitations that may have steered us wrong or weighed us down.  A clean slate, a blank page, a fresh canvas,...

We are only through the first day of our three day camp and we are ignited with joy!  

At a time when we are celebrating our independence as Americans I pause to reflect upon that word: independence.  As always, when I reflect upon something, it is inevitable for my brain to wonder over into the realm of dance.  I recently watched a video of a Pales...

We open the shades to our sacred space, and our joy expands.  Our street shoes have been removed so that we can tread lightly across the gray satin floors.   We slide on our dance shoes, and as we do so, we begin to slide into the community we have created with one ano...

Hello, 

It's June! Summer is here, and things are about to get very, very hot!!! So as we take more clothing off, to survive the heat, to survive those hormonal changes or to survive both (God help you!), and we bare more of our outer selves, I feel it is the best ti...

For the past week I have been experiencing an excited energy. That energy you feel when you are waiting in the wings, waiting for the moment to leap onto the stage and give it your all. Well, the time has come ... the wait is over ... our studio is open again! Let's le...

The storm has passed, and in her wake she has left destruction, but also a great sense of humanity. Strewn all over my yard are the bright Key limes from Carla’s tree,  beautiful crimson red magnolia seeds from next door, broken peanut shells from a squirrel feeder, sh...