Oh, I have had a marvelous summer! Not even counting my trip to Australia (which I promise to write about – maybe a good topic for a dreary winter day) – I have just had the best summer ever! Here are some highlights: Gardening! I love my gardens. This year we took apart the raised vegetable… Continue reading What I did on my summer vacation
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New YAC show!
This month I started the long process of choreographing the next big YAC stage show. For me, this means taking my scattered handful of ideas and weaving them together into a tapestry that will hold together as a single unit on the stage as dance theatre. As always, I want to do something different with this show. This… Continue reading New YAC show!
Using vehicles for solo entrances
I prefer to produce shows that are linear and follow a thread rather than simply a collection of dances with no relationships. I have also always been fascinated with dance theatre and incorporating elements of theatre to tell stories through dance. As the artistic director of Saba, when I choreograph our large YAC shows, I am most satisfied… Continue reading Using vehicles for solo entrances
Fluevogs!
Aren’t they pretty! Butter yellow & black – like pretty little gold finches on my feet! My first ever pair of Vogs! This was my gift to myself for visiting the doctor and setting my goal weight. Which, by the way, I am only between 2 & 5 pounds away from! These shoes are meant… Continue reading Fluevogs!
When those who can’t, …teach
I believe that a teacher should have a love of the dance that takes them beyond themselves. In a dance form that has no standardized curriculum or governing body and where a student doesn’t advance through a series of tested levels, it is imperative that teachers have a thirst that drives them to personal professional… Continue reading When those who can’t, …teach
The Bellydancer in my life, Part 2
I wonder what would have happened if I had not met my friend Donna? I was in my early/mid 30s and working at the Teen Parent Centre as a childcare provider when Donna came in one day. (Not as a teen parent! Wouldn’t she get a chuckle out of that!) I don’t remember why she… Continue reading The Bellydancer in my life, Part 2