When did I become THAT girl?
Let’s get one thing straight: sometimes I make mistakes. Oftentimes, actually, and this weekend was one of those times. If you missed Saturday’s post about why…
Let’s get one thing straight: sometimes I make mistakes. Oftentimes, actually, and this weekend was one of those times. If you missed Saturday’s post about why…
I feel as though I’ve been run over by a truck and then strung out on one those medieval torture racks, like the one at the…
Pursuant to everyone’s comments yesterday (the vast majority of them at least), I’ve decided to allow myself a third date with My 50th. The only problem…
“Miss Kat!” announced one of my students earlier this week. “Today is a special day!” As the student in question was one of my preschoolers, I…
And then… he planted one on me. But before I bring you all up to speed on my 51st date, I’d like to spare a few…
After spending the entire weekend seated in a darkened high school auditorium, I think my eyes are finally begin to adjust to the light again. At…
Number of students who performed sans hairpieces due to too quick of a quick change: 2 Number of times I freaked out about this: 0 Numbers…
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…
In preparing for (and recovering from) my 50th date, I neglected to mention that I’ve met the man of my dreams. (And no, my 50th date…
When I’m not busy stressing about boys, sequined booty shorts, photo shoots and whether or not my students will ever learn that they cannot wear socks…
Sometimes I can write two (or even three) blogs entries in one day. Today, however, is not one of those times so click here for today’s…
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…