This chapter is mostly sweetness and light. The title says it all… Hope you love it as much as I do! (Telephone image by Ellinor Algin / Swedish National Museum of Science and Technology, CC BY 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons)…
This chapter is mostly sweetness and light. The title says it all… Hope you love it as much as I do! (Telephone image by Ellinor Algin / Swedish National Museum of Science and Technology, CC BY 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons)…
At last, young Karen meets Gilberto, her dance teacher. He will become her friend for life and a mentor. In this scene, he offers her first lesson. Here is a snapshot of me in real life, dancing with Al Gilbert,…
Someone once said that clothes make the man, and in this scene, the dance outfit confirms Karen’s growing intuition of her destiny as a dancer. (Image by Misaochan2, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons) Scene 1: Dance Togs Karen opened…
This scene begins a new chapter in the book and a new chapter in little Karen’s life, as she blossoms into a beautiful young lady and an accomplished dancer. (Image by CBS-TVUploaded by We hope at en.wikipedia, Public domain, via…
I wrote this poem about and to Al Gilbert, and the unconditional way he gave to me and changed my life. He was not only my dance teacher. He became like a second father to me. Here is a link…
I wrote this poem in 1983 for Al Gilbert, who was an absolute angel in my life. From my early childhood (age three), he taught me, he cared for me, and he loved me—teaching me to dance and healing my…
I wrote this poem for my dance teacher, Al Gilbert. I was only three-and-a-half when he cupped my hand in his, while smiling and looking into my eyes. From that moment on, my life changed forever! Floor…
I wrote this poem back in 2004. I remember it being summer. My husband, Chris, wanted to go windsurfing, so we prepared. We packed food, his windsurfing board with its sail, and clothes to layer in the sun. I also…
It was now one year later, 1987. A Friday night in November. I had graduated college and accepted a freelance job teaching chair aerobics at the Beverly Hills YMCA. Yes, you might ask. How can a person with one arm…
One afternoon in May 1985, I had done my classes and chores for the day. Graduation was coming soon, so it was time to reflect, retreat, and take refuge, time to go to that quiet, secluded place where I could…