Dance for Life


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