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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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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 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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Post It Notes
Coming soon posts from New Orleans to Tokyo and a few places in between. PS if any one knows of any good places to dance Salsa or Tango in either of these cities, I would love to hear from you! Photo: © iStockphoto.com/kiskamedia
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The Stranger on the Train
Paris is a convenient place to do many things: shop, eat, sightsee, fall in love and, of course, dream. It’s also a good place to decamp for a few days to conduct business both in the city, and in those neighboring countries easily reached by high speed trains. As such, I had planned a meeting…
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The Almost Affair to Remember…
I go to Paris often on business but that doesn’t mean I ever take it for granted. When I spend time in Paris, it’s as if I live there. I frequent the local markets, even though I’m only taking fruit back to my hotel room. I eat in local cafes, and I walk and read in…
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Lost in the desert…
I have been exiled in a nondating desert for the past several months now. Ever since my return from Italy, when I started writing a book and now my blog, it’s as if the love gods have decided do away with all distractions and keep me focussed. I haven’t gone this long without at least some…
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Busy Dancing Tango…
Dancing for me has been a real lifesaver lately. It’s always been the perfect prescription for a broken heart. Last year, Salsa could have saved me from feeling sorry for myself and embarking on a long-term relationship with Ben and Jerry. But it didn’t; it wasn’t enough to get me through my most recent relationship derailment. Salsa is such…
