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Tokyo Time
I booked this trip on a whim. The seat sale was so good I couldn’t pass it up. Of course it is the off, off season but I live in Canada so how cold can it be? As I don’t normally get on a plane unless I’m paid to (or there’s a dance lesson involved)…
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Date with Destiny
I took the cards and shuffled the deck and laid out my choices before the Shelley the Seer. As I turned a card over and saw the very scary face of what looked like the devil – I wondered if I could trade in a few cards for a better hand. I asked Shelly and…
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Dance Is Life
I used to think my dance lessons were all about timing, steps, musicality, and technique. Lately I have come to realize that that there’s more too it than that. The more I dance, the more I learn about life. According to my teachers – dance is life. And nowhere was this more apparent than on…
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Somebody’s Baby…
I don’t know if it’s generally a Southern thing or particular to Louisiana, but ever since I’ve arrived in New Orleans I have been addressed on several occasions as “baby” and/or “Miss Catherine.” In most cases but not all, it’s an older African-American using the term baby. I can’t explain it, but there is something…
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Over Easy…
My first real glimpse of life here in the Big Easy was Saturday night on Bourbon Street. Talk about sensory overload. It’s a direct frontal assault of the five senses. From the bling of beads and the flash of breasts to the glare of neon selling everything from sex to cigars, I didn’t know where…
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The Rhythm of the City
New Orleans and I operate on two different rhythms. The city is just going to sleep as I make my way to the French Quarter for early morning coffee and beignets at the Café du Monde. On my first day in the Big Easy, as I passed by the deserted courtyard of the House of…
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Otra Vez!
What’s a business trip without a little pleasure? So the first thing that’s going into the suitcase this morning are the killer black and red stillettos purchased from Comme il Faut when I was in BsAs last month. (Yes, yes, I’m also bringing the lap top – the IT guys have got me up and…
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The Devil Made Me Do It…
Athough I have been in a dating no man’s land lately, I have to confess that I haven’t been quite celibate. I did unexpectedly stumble upon a tiny oasis in the non-dating desert one night this past summer. It happened at a local salsa club here in Montreal. I really didn’t feel like going, but…
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The Angel in the Piazza
Do you ever get that feeling that something special is going to happen? You’re going somewhere new or different and you just know that someone or something is out there waiting for you. There’s a pervasive feeling of anticipation. It inhabits your pores. Your nerve endings are on high alert and you’re paying close attention…
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An Apple a Day
If I’ve learned one thing since my divorce it’s this — When it comes to having sex, men are like apples. All you have to do is pick one. Having said that keep in mind what happened to Eve. Photo: © iStockphoto.com/DNY59
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