Fabulous Taps for Saturday Morning: Post Modern Jukebox and Sarah Reich
After last Saturday’s Canadian dance move shenanigans, I figured I’d post something a bit more substantial this weekend. If you haven’t heard of Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern…
Canadian Dance Moves for Independence Day
Okay, I know its July 4th- American Independence Day- but when this fabulous Canada Day video came up in my Facebook feed, I couldn’t resist sharing…
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…
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,…
Three for the Price of One
I know, I know: I’m a terrible blogger. I have nothing to say for myself except for this: This, And this: (Okay, admittedly, this last one…
All This to Avoid the “F” Word
I like to think I’m a good teacher. I’m encouraging. I’m patient—at least most of the time. I lead by example and I challenge my students…
A Dance Teacher’s Guide to Parenting
You might be wondering what happened to the fieldwork portion of Fieldwork in Stilettos (and by “fieldwork,” I of course mean dating). Well don’t worry: even…
You Can’t Stand Under My Umbrella, its BROKEN!
With just a few days till my final student recitals of the year, it’s time to put the finishing touches on all of their pieces before…
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…
Some Bad News from the Wedding Date
“I’ve got good news and bad news” the Wedding Date tells me. Seeing as we’re supposed to be meeting for dinner in less than 24 hours,…
Come Hell and High Water AND High-Heeled Tap Shoes
I don’t know what to do with myself now that I’m not emailing my co-producer 63 times a day (I swear, if you took a look…
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