Okay Fine, I Like Balanchine
It’s Thursday night, about seven minutes before curtain. I know this because I’m on my way downtown to meet PIC at the Merriam Theater on Broad…
Betrayed… By My Feet
And now, for some-not-so happy new: last week, I found out that I have a stress fracture. Not one actually but two. And that’s only in…
Must Love Dancing
You’ll have to forgive me. I really do intend to stop writing about TWD eventually but the more I write, the more things make sense and…
How to Bedazzle Tap Shoes
I have a new system. A new how-to-avoid-murdering-my-loan-officer system to be precise. (This morning I received an email requesting an “explanation of the non-employment deposit of…
Notes from the Dressing Room
I blame The Lady Hoofers. Whenever I don’t post, it’s because of my tap company (or my anthropology students, or House of Cards, or Downton Abbey,…
Kat Echevarría Richter 