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30.  Back to Basics

30. Back to Basics

I would rise from sleep at about 9 AM every Saturday morning with eyes as wide as saucers.  I was already running out of time.  I had to sneak around in the basement to get my tights, leotard, and tutu clean.  I would wash and dry 3 items alone, a tremendous waste of water and … Continue reading

14. Yellow Puddles

14. Yellow Puddles

When I was five years old I endured weekly Saturday ballet classes.  I begged my father to let me quit.  I was dying to play outside with the other neighborhood kids on Saturday mornings.  He refused.  After some months it was time for my first recital.  My family descended from all 5 New York boroughs … Continue reading