There’s No Painting in Dance Class!

I find myself giving a lot of pep talks these days.  Whether it’s telling my high school students to stop obsessing over another dance team’s costumes/props/anorexic talent and start focusing instead on their own performance, reminding my middle school kids to breathe when they’re hurrying out of one costume and into the next, or telling…

From the Olive Garden to Africa

The good thing about having a boyfriend is that when your family makes its annual Mother’s Day pilgrimage to the Toms River Olive Garden, you have an excuse to cut out early.  The bad thing is that if your boyfriend comes from good stock, which The Wedding Date does, he’s going to have several grandparents…

I’m Not Actually Being Chased…

It was bound to happen sooner or later.  In fact, I’m surprised it took this long.  Lately, you see, I’ve been reviewing as many as three shows a week for the Philadelphia Dance Journal.  I love it—I get free tickets and my editor is super cool and sometimes I get to see naked people or…

Damn it Does NOT Feel Good to be a Lannister

You know you’ve gone off the deep end when you start talking in your sleep about tiles—not bathroom tiles, mind you, but gaming tiles.  Little cardboard thingamajigs depicting quarries or cemeteries or, in the case of Game of Thrones the game, House Lannister strongholds. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, don’t worry:…

A Rock Obama

Because I get a kick out of trying to turn my preschoolers into “global citizens” at the tender age of three, we have a world map posted in the dance studio and every once in a while, I’ll trade Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes for a little civics lesson. “Where do we live?” I asked…

The Gamer’s Girlfriend

In just a few hours, The Wedding Date and I will be on our way to Maryland.  It’s our first weekend away since we went to Boston back in January and considering how my schedule this time of year makes me want to kill myself (or at the very least quit everything in which I’m…