It is July 16th in the middle of the afternoon, and I am standing on a concrete island in a sea of asphalt outside the Delta terminal at La Guardia. The breeze is doing exactly nothing to avert the blistering heat, and I am wondering where the heck my hired car has gone; with envy I watch a few well-heeled travelers climb into [...]
Dear Diary,
In an earlier post I told you that my tenure in New York City was punctuated several times by visits with some dear friends, so now I would like to share those happy moments. (This, by the way, is the building at 890 Broadway, where ABT has its offices and studios, and where I [...]
Dear Diary,
I went to New York to learn, plain and simple.
I was not sure where I would fall along the continuum of teachers attending the National Training Curriculum intensives at ABT, although I feared it would be dangerously close to zero. In fact, I think I barely squeaked past the admissions committee because of my training credentials, which are respectable at least. [...]
Dear Diary,
Before I left for New York, lots of people asked me where I was planning to eat and shop, what shows I was going to see, which museums—that sort of thing. My answer was simply, I don’t know. This was mainly because I had no idea how much free time I would have, if [...]
Dear Diary,
On seeing the Park Avenue loft I rented for my ten-day NYC tenure, one of my New York pals told me I had scored big. Okey doke, well that is fine and dandy, and as you know, I am a princess. But I discovered in short order that the kitchen was missing a few [...]
Dear Diary,
Were it not for some pretty convincing physical evidence that I did in fact spring from my parents’ combined DNA, I would swear I had been switched at birth. I am almost certain that I am a princess, but on occasion I have great difficulty convincing others of this likelihood. Take husband, for example, [...]
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Dear Diary,
Well, it would appear that I will actually be boarding a plane for the Big Apple in just thirty-nine days. Me—the Big Fraidy Cat, all by myself. Alone in the city. Navigating La Guardia, hailing cabs, finding my leased apartment, grocery shopping (do [...]
Good ballet is tough to find. So tough, in fact, that two or three times each year I gather a few of my students who are willing, and a couple of their parents, depart Knoxville Ballet School at the crack of dawn, drive to Louisville, have lunch, see the ballet, and then more or [...]