Day Without a Woman: To Strike or Not to Strike?
It’s here: March 8th, International Women’s Day and the Day Without a Woman General Strike. Fittingly, I’m on Day #1 of my period so I feel…
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…
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…
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…
Those Straight Talkin’ Beach Balls
I have a bit of a problem. Actually, it’s more than a bit of a problem—it’s kind of a big problem, and it’s caused more than…
Bouncing Off the Walls
Three year olds are like beach balls. They’re round and bright and colorful and when you release them into a hallway, they basically just roll around…
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…
Boys Are Dumb (and so am I…)
He said he’d call. Rather, I asked him to call and he said he would. Over the weekend. Well folks, the weekend is over and I…
Seriously, Why Me?
Note to self: do not wear hoop earrings while attempting to teach preschoolers how to jump rope. I nearly lost an earlobe yesterday—several times, actually—and our…
A Case of Renegade Socks
It’s time for another double header, but this time I’m not talking about dating. I’m talking about dancing—or rather the teaching of dancing. I have dress…
My “So What?” Saturday
So what if my favorite café was out of my favorite bagel on Thursday (and I’d been salivating all day for it)? Friday’s barista made me…
Tchaikovsky Bites Again
After listing my reasons for purchasing an economy sized-nutcracker for my preschoolers earlier this week you’d think that I’d be particularly careful with the linchpin of…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 