Dance for Life

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photo: M. Enright

Growing up, I lived with both a sister who danced Ballet and a mother who costumed her recitals. Somewhere along the way, I got the message that to dance professionally was to live daily with an injured body, horrible food restrictions, and non stop criticism from a hardened Prima Ballerina on the way out of her career. Because of this misconception, I did not start dancing seriously until 17 years old. I would go to weekly classes of Ballet, Jazz, and theater but never considered professional dance an option… I was simply fascinated. Continue reading