Tap Dancing Fool
I’ve wanted to tap dance forever, it seems. Musicals make me swoon with joy at the dance numbers. Those flying feet, the percussion, the precision.
I’ve wanted to tap dance forever, it seems. Musicals make me swoon with joy at the dance numbers. Those flying feet, the percussion, the precision.
Mostly I hang out with other writers or people who absolutely don’t care that I’m a writer. (I’m looking at you, Dad.) But occasionally I
Today marks one year since my spinal surgery. You remember, that day they sliced through the fascia in my upper back, hand-cranked my muscles out
It’s been eight weeks since my surgery. I’m cranky and I have a litany of woes. For example, taking a shower hurts my skin. My
Maybe “easy” isn’t quite the right word, but now I can boast that I have a leaf guy, a doggie dermatologist, AND a neurosurgeon on
In an effort to turn back my aging, creaky clock, I’ve started doing yoga again. The benefit of being an aging, creaky clock, of course,
My husband and I are in a bit of a food rut. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, and in fact, it saves us time,
Because I only do for others every minute of every day … and because I’ve been named Mother of the Decade … I was asked
You didn’t make any You made more than one You only made one but it involved dieting or exercise You broke your own foot to
My husband and I spent the night at a hotel on New Years Eve. We weren’t too far from home, but we didn’t want to