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Here’s To Us, New York—Happy Four Years

Arts Family Inspiration New York

Dear New York, It’s me — The Tiny Dancer. I just stopped by to say Happy Four Years to us. Four years ago today, we were simply meeting. I didn’t know what adventures you’d take me on, where our favorite spots would be, where [...]

The Year Of The Uncomfortable

Arts Family Inspiration New York

It started with a phone call. Goodness, that sounds dramatic, doesn’t it? But it’s true. One phone call ignited a flame within me and inspired me to take bigger leaps, to dream outside the box, to purposefully make myself consistently [...]

My Memory Blanket

Family Inspiration

Lately, I’ve had an overwhelming urge to listen to classic country music. Waylon. Willie. Charley. The voices that can sing a single note, and you instantly know it’s them. For the past two weeks, I’ve listened to these songs day after day. At [...]

Third Year’s A Charm

Arts Inspiration New York

Hello again New York, It’s me – The Tiny Dancer. I just wanted to say Happy Anniversary to us. I can’t believe it’s been three years already! What’s that saying? Time flies when you’re living your dream in one of the greatest cities on Earth? [...]

You’ll Be My Porch Swing Memories

Arts Inspiration New York

Hey, New York. It’s me again – The Tiny Dancer. We’ve had another six months together, which now puts me at 2.5 years living here. As you know, I do a fun recap every six months so that one day when I’m sitting on a porch swing with a glass of [...]

Dancer: The Real Definition

Arts Favorite Posts Inspiration

I know there are many posts out there created by dancers that are used in an attempt to help the world understand who we are and what we do.  They’re wonderful, really.  I support raising awareness of this beautiful art that sometimes seems to [...]

Happy One Year, NYC

Arts Inspiration New York

A year ago today, I showed up in Astoria with my life in a U-haul.  Also in tow was my cat – Morgan – who was coming out of sedation.  That was an experience in itself; poor Morgan. I can’t believe it’s been a year [...]