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…

The Aliens Are Coming For Me

As if I didn’t have enough on my mind with tomorrow’s trip to Boston with The Wedding Date, E.T. is sad at me. I know this because one of my beach balls, a particularly verbose three year old, turned to me at the end of his daily creative movement class earlier this week, pointed his…

Who Knew a Hula Hoop Could Get You Fired?

Well folks, I still haven’t heard from Date #7 (and seeing as we’re supposed to be meeting for the first time on Friday afternoon and spending the entire weekend together, this is kind of a big deal).  Under ordinary circumstances, I’d be tempted to smash my cell phone against the wall and swear off men…

The Darndest Things

Back in October, The Preschool (where I teach creative movement five mornings a week) hosted a Breast Cancer awareness event.  Unfortunately, I never got the memo so on the one day that I decided not to wear one of my fuscia “active wear” tops to work, I was greeted by a sea of pink preschoolers.…

Not Quite Writing Wednesday

We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming (ie. Writing Wednesday) to bring you this important message: I’m thinking that I ought to rename this blog “Adventures in Nose Blowing” because aside from the occasional pseudo-anthropological commentary on dating, it feels as though I write about little else these days. Continuing in this vein, I’m going to…

The Day After I Got Freshly Pressed

Not that I’m complaining, but 184 comments is a lot of comments to sort through.  Granted, I wrote probably two or three dozen of them myself in response to those readers who were kind enough to stop by and add their two cents in response to Thursday’s post, but I was brain dead by the…

Oh Yeah: it’s President’s Day

Today is President’s Day here in the US.  I know this because when I dismissed my final Friday morning class with my usual, “Have a nice weekend, friends.  See you Monday!” one of my more precocious preschoolers piped up.  “No you won’t Miss Kat,” he informed me.  “Because Monday is President’s Day!” This particular student…