• Travel

    The next best things in Charleston

    Day number 2 continued in good fashion. #3. Folly beach. Go before 10am for no traffic. Wear sunscreen. Get a post-swim juice or smoothie at the Juice Joint truck. My choice? The Beach Bum (fitting right?), with pineapple, mango and banana, subbing almond milk instead of OJ (less sugar), adding spinach and hemp seeds. It was AHmazing. #4. Dinner and drinks. Fig and Husk. Can’t go wrong. #5. Dancing! Obviously. Head to The Commodore. There’s a smoke machine. It gets a bit crowded and you will likely get a drink spilled on you (wear crappy shoes). And the best part is a live band mixing TLC’s No Scrubs with Usher,…

  • Life

    Dancing: a gift, a mirror and a window

    I have always loved to dance. From youth ballet classes at the local Linwood Recreation Center, to dancing around the living room with my dad to classic oldies records, choreographing dances to *NSYNC songs with my friend (I still know every lyric), LOTS of family weddings (what happens when you have over 40 cousins), and really any chance I could. But as I grew up, I grew further away from it, as sports took a more prominent role in my life. After high school, I had google searched places to re-learn dance on numerous occasions – ballroom, salsa, swing – you name it. But I never seemed to have the energy or time…