Humor | Kim | Magical Moments
My Burlesque Days
My Burlesque Days
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Grief Journey | Hip Replacement Surgery | Hope | Inspiration | Kim | My Dad
Healing my Hips and My Heart
’s been 22 days since my hip replacement surgery, and the hardest part is slowing down. I want to be healed. I want to dance, to stretch, to slide into bed without tweaking pain, to sleep on any side I choose. I want to jump into the ocean and then slide into a hot bubble bath.
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Grief Journey | Hope | Humor | Inspiration | Kim | Travel Stories
Climbing Ecoute Over the Years
I sat quietly in the giant hand, the stone warmed by the sun, and listened to my heartbeat among the children shouting and laughing in different languages around me. I thought about the 20-year-old me who had been full of childlike wonder and adventure and enchanted by everything about Paris and living out my dream of visiting such a magnificent city. I thought about 28-year-old me climbing the hand with my soulmate and best friend, wrapping our arms around each other, feeling like we would be intertwined forever… one glorious treasured moment caught on camera. I didn’t know then that it wouldn’t last forever. And here I was, 50-year-old me, letting the hand gently hold me.
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My Travels Haven’t All Been Unicorns and Fairies… Occasionally I Meet a Vicious Troll
My travels haven’t all been unicorns and fairies. In fact, I have met some pretty rude trolls on my journeys, and I don’t mean the cute kind with the fluffy pink hair; I mean the dark slimy kind that live under bridges.
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Belly Dance | Grief Journey | Hope | Inspiration | Kim | Magical Moments | Travel Stories
Dancing on Mt. Kilimanjaro
And now, I have a marvelous treasure safely stored in a rainbow silk scarf, some fragile fragments of a certain palace, a palace so beautiful you can still see its reflections in the sky over Mt. Kilimanjaro when the light is just right.
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Humor | Inspiration | Kim | Magical Moments | Travel Stories
Dancing on Tables in Paris
I don’t know why, but somehow, in my 20’s, I ended up dancing on many tables. As a professional belly dancer, I have been pulled up to dance on hundreds of tabletops, but I’m surprised how often I have ended up dancing on tables while incognito, traveling in my regular clothes. On our first night in Paris in 1995, we were exhausted from our long bus ride from London to Amsterdam to Paris, but we were in Paris, and we…
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Humor | Kim | Travel Stories
The Night Our Hotel Room Disappeared
The Night Our Hotel Room Disappeared
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The Best Spicy Fairy Tale of All
Here’s my spicy story of one night in Amsterdam…
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Hope | Humor | Inspiration | Kim | Magical Moments | Travel Stories
A Quirky Hat Shop on Candlemaker’s Row in Edinburgh
When I travel, I can’t resist a quirky hat shop. While exploring Candlemaker’s Row in Edinburgh, I ended up in a hat shop called Rosie’s. My best friend, Kim and I, tried on hat after hat, taking on their personalities, from jaunty riding hats to French Riviera sun hats to Irish tweed newsboy caps. We decided new hats qualified as necessary purchases and we used Kim’s emergency credit card. (We paid it back later.) Kim was smart in her purchase,…
