Girl Talk: I Left Ballet Over A Dance Injury
It was a typical Orange County night at the tail end of a long, lazy winter break. The plethora of yogurt shops in the neighborhood were closing, and even if you craved a Starbucks treat, it was too late in suburbia. The few dive-bars in the area boasted their usual divorcee crowd. My mom, dad…
Brilliant Gift Idea: Ballet—Wii-Style!
No, I was never one of those little girls being dropped off in her little pink tutu for ballet class—hell, I couldn't even hack it in the "dance" portion of gymnastics, and my sister and I bailed on the class right before it was time to for my mother to pay for our recital get-ups.