Part 24: Shimmy shimmy, burn burn. Anyone who knows me or has seen me uncontrollably yawning during an elevator ride at noon can tell you that I am not even marginally a morning person. However lately, after only two and a half years of practice, I am finally really getting ...
Part Twenty: Bellydancing in a bowling alley...again. *Note - the following is to the best of my recollection and yes, I am aware that I sound like a very articulate 4 year old in this story :) There’s a decent chance that if the hafla weren’t in a bowling alley ...
Part Four: Public Embarrassment As my childhood fear of dance recitals sets in, I am beginning to think that the decision to perform my bellydance “skills” publicly may have been ill conceived.