When I put Pole Dancing as #2 on my List of 57 in 52 (57 things/challenges/fears/desires to accomplish in 52 weeks… from my 57th birthday on October 6th ’til next October 6th ), I did so as with great trepidation. I mean… well, facing my fears of flying and heights with skydiving on my [...]

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I never, ever, in a million years ever thought that these words may pertain some day to me…
Outside it is winter. But in here it’s so hot.
Every night we have to battle with the girls to keep
them from taking off all their clothings. So don’t go
away. Who knows? Tonight we may lose the battle!
And [...]

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So I’m working my friendly purple pole in the subdued darkness to the beat of Hit Me Baby One More Time of my 2nd pole dancing class feeling pretty darned confident that I have some of the dance steps and spins memorized… well, kind of, when the music stops.
Stops.
What the?
And that’s when Jennifer, our pole [...]

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Okay. I skydived, or sky-dove… (what is the past tense of skydive, anyway?)… last week, on my 57th birthday, and checked skydiving off my list.  And for the next 51 weeks, I’ll be checking off 56 more things that I want to accomplish.
57 things in 52 weeks. 57 in 52.
#2 is just as outside [...]

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Have you had your daily dose of dopamine? Chances are, if you’re a woman, you have.
I got to thinking about this when I heard a little segment on the Today Show this morning about the possible brain chemistry of people like the Wallendas or Knievels. You know, like Alex Wallenda walking and (gasp, [...]

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Barry and I spontaneously took off this past Tuesday and headed to Cape Cod, or, as we New Englanders say, “the Cape.” The day was glorious… warm, breezy, beautiful sun in the big old blue sky.
Our plan was to head all the way to the tip of the Cape, to Provincetown, but a 13-mile [...]

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If dancing is the body made poetic… then imagine the poetry of watching a granddaughter dance.
The stanzas and verses of her life unfolding before my very eyes.
The soft pinks of where she has been and the blended pinks of where she is going.
The music of her little life in perfect harmony for those few precious [...]

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