It’s a Dirty Job
Even if she has a stomach of steel, there are some chores that even the most seasoned, experienced mom just does not want to touch. Sure, we can plunge our bare hand into the sink to grab…
Pandora’s Box
Even though our skin might crawl at the thought, there are times when we need to dive into our dancer's bag to help them find a missing item. This is what you'll find...
Take My Money
For most dancers, the prospect of getting their first pair of pointe shoes is a highly anticipated event. In the wonderful world of ballet, it typically means that a teacher has observed some signs of readiness in…
The Walking (and Driving) Dead
When dance classes end late, please don't peek in my car at pick-up. Let's just say I'm not looking my best.
Burn Baby Burn
With fondness, I remember my daughters’ pre-competition team dance days. They were two years old on the day of their first dance class, and they turned three a few months before their first recital. They had just…
Mad Dash
Sometimes, we dance moms HAVE to go into work on a Friday before competition. When it's time to leave, get out of our way!
Literally EVERYWHERE
If a house has bobby pins, hair pins, and hair elastics in unexpected places, it MIGHT belong to a dancer! Even after all of these years, I’m still amazed by the random places I find discarded bobby…
The Greatest Show, Part 2
If you haven’t read The Greatest Show, Part 1 yet, you probably should do that first (this won’t make much sense if you haven’t)! Masks were everywhere – all spectators had to wear them pretty much wherever…
The Greatest Show, Part 1
If you’ve been following my posts for the last month or so, you may be familiar with our all-too-common tale of woe. For the uninitiated, here’s a brief rundown (although the story line is quite predictable in…
