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  • Pirouettes

    September 27, 2009

    • September 27  PIROUETTES    I turn and spin; the world flashes as I go.  I am erect, proud of my self-possession.  I can stand the forces of vector rotation, public opinion and gravity.  Sobriety has made a dancer out of me.  I sprint the stage and take my place.  I know the moves and trust, as best I can, the choreographer and the choreography.  I feel the wind move on my body as I ...
  • Dancing back to happy times

    August 18, 2009

    • Last Sunday my fiance and I, on a whim, decided to stop at a Greek restuarant (Papa Traverna's) we inadvertantly stumbled upon. The building itself was sligtly dilapidated, the white and blue paint etched away by time and the sea water it was surrounded by. There were dangling fans adorned with Christmas lights and a live palm tree (dressed in the same Christmas lights as the fans) stood in the ...
  • Passion

    August 7, 2009

    • I have two passions:  writing and dancing.  They have a lot of similarities.  Let me explain.Ballroom dancing at its best requires some pretty fancy footwork, special clothes, great music and a partner.  With these elements, I can spend an evening where the beginning and end merge and time disappears entirely.  The physical exertion sends endorphins through my brain with resulting euphoria ...
  • RIP Moonwalker

    June 26, 2009

    •   As far back as I can remember, I have always been a fan of great dancing.  I remember getting up early on Saturdays to watch the old black and white musicals (this was before Ted Turner gobbled them up for his Turner Classic Movies channel.)  My brothers and I would stare in awe as we watched Fred Astaire tap dance his away around a room.  His technique, his flow, his grace - it was ...
  • Doors

    May 16, 2009

    • In the dark, stretched full length on her stomach, her feet resting on the pillow while her cheek pillows the hard rim of the bed..Her left arm is hanging off the side.. Her fingers twitch, her heart is racing fast and palpitates at frequent intervals like it is still dancing to the Doors songs yet playing...  She is radiating waves of heat and prespiration, but her eyes blink not, in a ...
  • Dancing again!

    May 15, 2009

    • I think I was a Border collie in my previous life...or maybe a terrier. Once I get hooked on something, I get hooked! I went to a Friday night social this evening at the ballroom dancing studio (www.classicballroom.com) and while I was very nervous about going, I am glad I did. It is obvious to me that I still only know the basic steps of a few dances, but I saw some moves by the other students ...
  • The Good and the Bad of Growing up in Southern California in the 1970s

    February 23, 2009

    • 1. GOOD: You are not freaked out by the human body in all its shapes and forms—you have seen so many naked people that you understand that nudity is a normal human condition.  This comes in handy when you have to help a sick hospitalized friend navigate some intimate part of her body with tubes and wires.BAD: You know what your father’s penis looks like because he always swims naked, and ...
  • The Beautiful Dress, I borrowed

    February 15, 2009

    • The Beautiful Dress, I borrowed    My nine-year-old daughter and I lived in our apartment for almost two years before I met my future husband. I wanted to meet someone. It was four years since the great sorrow of my husband and my mother’s death.  I was ready now, in the way that I was feeling whole again. (More together than I ever felt before.) And it was because I managed life on ...
  • Passion Juice

    January 13, 2009

    • Six years ago today my father dropped dead of a heart attack while running on the treadmill at the gym. He was 59. He had run his whole life, or at least from the time, at age 7, he ran away from the Catholic orphanage in which he'd been deposited by his widowed mother who could not afford to care for him and his younger sister. He ran from the nuns and priests who employed him to clean stone ...
  • BAD REVIEWS

    January 8, 2009

    • This blog post is especially for Marilyn Kallet. To see with all the photos, please go to http://kathrynstriplingbyer.blogspot.com/2008/09/bad-reviews.html WHATCHA GONNA DO? When they say your language is PLUSH? "The plush language and potentially captivating narrative are dulled by excessive sentimentality." (reviews.coldfrontmag.com/2006/06/coming_to_rest_.html---Melinda ...