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
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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
11. Clacking Keys with Booger Picker & Stan
I staked out the place beforehand. It was a Wegmans Café. I didn’t know that Wegmen’s created a space where supermarket meets coffee shop so I was a little skeptical. What kind of suburban nerds meet at a supermarket? I saw them arrive one by one. They were easy to separate from the crowd. The … Continue reading