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
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
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