“Belly dance is an excellent form of prenatal conditioning.”
Was I hearing correctly? Was my OB/GYN telling me that one of the most beneficial exercises I could do for my pregnancy was belly dance– an exercise done barefoot wearing shimmering silks and velvets; an exercise that is fun, sensual, toning, and inherently celebrates fertility and pregnancy? No sneakers, no scary metal equipment…sign me up!
Humor me if you will, and picture this: 1) a chicken trying to fly; 2) a dog doing a full body shake after a bath; 3) and an oompa loompa doing jumping jacks. Now, meld those three images together. Got it? If so, you have a pretty good idea of what I looked like at a samba class the other night.
I’m thrilled that the Boston Globe printed my piece on the very exciting innovations happening in education due to the pandemic, but why isn’t the state on board? Here it is: LETTERS Efforts to innovate in home learning need state boost, not roadblocks Updated August
When I was a child, I walked home from school through Mr. Farley’s lush green apple orchards. A fresh crisp apple was the perfect tonic after a long day at school. I made mud pies and tried to get my little sister to eat
Who knew that a speeding ticket would forever change my life for the better? Who knew that I was speeding right into magic that night?
I’ve always dreamed of singing jazz songs in a smoky voice while lying on a piano in a long slinky silver silk gown. I would captivate my audience with my hypnotic voice and I would wear a gardenia in my black curls. Reality check: I
Humor me if you will, and picture this: 1) a chicken trying to fly; 2) a dog doing a full body shake after a bath; 3) and an oompa loompa doing jumping jacks. Now, meld those three images together. Got it? If so, you have
I love my body, every delectable dimple, every juicy jiggle. It’s strong, healthy, vibrant, and sexy. It’s also not what we consider the ideal body in this day and age. My body would have been considered ideal in the 1950’s when Jane Russell was considered
I just sat down on a lopsided ottoman with my laptop to do some writing. “Be careful sweetie! You’ll fall over!” exclaims my husband.“Oh please,” I reply, “I was in the circus!” Yes, it’s true, while most people dream of running away with the circus,
