New York Diary 2010; (Entry the First, in which Deb returns to the city and hits the ground running, kinda)

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 [...]

While You Were Away

Knoxville Ballet School has had a mainly quiet summer, but much has transpired behind the scenes.  For starters, the school has acquired a circa-1950 Gulbransen piano serendipitously.  It once belonged to my grandparents, but my late Uncle Stan (a lifelong professional musician, for many years at the Light Opera of Manhattan) implored me to take it shortly before his death.  Sitting in [...]

Keeping the Artist Alive in Young Dancers (and stepping outside my comfort zone)

These last weeks as I have begun working with American Ballet Theatre’s National Training Curriculum in my own ballet classroom I find myself bumping up against a small dilemma:  improvisation is to be explored in the lower levels of the curriculum.
Er, okay.  See, the thing is, I suck at improvisation.  I always have.  Once I [...]

New York Diary (Entry the Fifth, in which Deb fulfills her mission and also brings bad karma on her classmates)

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.  [...]

New York Diary; (Entry the Fourth, in which Deb learns about butt kabobs and accidentally has lunch with a famous guy, but not at the same time)

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 [...]

Do You Have A Fairy Godmother?

I do.  Her name is Jane Shelton, and she teaches ballet in Memphis, Tennessee.  I have known her since I was four, when she was a young psychology student at Memphis State University (now the University of Memphis) and I was a rising kindergartner at Church of the Good Shepherd.  She danced at Memphis Ballet [...]

Teaching An Old Dog, Er, Old Tricks

WARNING:  THIS POST CONTAINS SELF-INDULGENT BALLET DRIVEL.
Dancers are obsessed with bodies, especially their own.  And even though I have not been a dancer dancer for some time now, I still dance in front of my young students in their ballet classes (and wall-to-wall mirrors) five and sometimes six days a week; I am keenly aware [...]