Somebody Needs an “Off” Switch
Here’s the problem with me: I’m constantly on. I don’t mean turned on, I mean just on, as in I’m always thinking about my next project,…
Man Enough to Say “I Like You”
I’m not trying to kill myself, it’s just that I’ve taught thirteen dance classes over the past 48 hours so when I finally pull my car…
Hot and Cold and Oh-So-Predictable
For today’s post, I am indebted, once again, to Kate of Kate Ferguson Writes. She’s an English teacher and even though we’ve never met, her comments…
And We’re Back: The Black Friday Martini Bar Soiree
I know. I know. It’s been ages. But I have an excuse. Honest. And it involves both men and dance and the annual Hoopers Island Black…
My Blog Boyfriend Talks Sex
Rather than bore you all with the details of this year’s Congress on Research in Dance Conference (or the fact that the paper I’m meant to…
