Charity Sunday: Calendar Girls Florida

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When I was a little girl (heck, even when I was a big girl), I loved to dance around the living room but was always too self-conscious to dance in public.

Then, about ten years ago, I signed up to take tap lessons at a local arts center. I found out that the teacher was also the choreographer for a dance team called the Calendar Girls made up of “senior” women, all over the age of 50. They raised money to provide service dogs for veterans through a program called Paws for Patriots. It happens my husband is a veteran and visually impaired. Was this a sign?

He and I went to a fund raising event where the Calendar Girls were performing so I could check them out. I was impressed, but I didn’t see them doing anything I didn’t think I could do. I screwed up my courage and went to one of their rehearsals. After a couple weeks of learning dances, they accepted me into the group.

I performed with them for more than two years until life intervened, but I will always treasure the memories I made.

As a result of this experience, I wrote a short story, Girls of the Month. As you can see by my headshot above and the cover of the book, dressing in outrageous costumes was a big part of the experience.

Best of all, I got to cross an item off my bucket list. If you have a dream you have hidden all your life, take the plunge. “It is never too late to be who you might have been.”

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All Lined Up

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As a lifelong Pittsburgh Steelers’ fan, I certainly could not resist All Lined Up. Plus I already knew I enjoyed the writing of Cora Carmack.

You wouldn’t necessarily think a quarterback would feel an immediate attraction to a dancer. But they are both athletes trying to prove themselves. Dallas, the heroine, wants to dance in a more prestigious place than the small school she attends. The school, however, is a step up for Carson. He just wants to play well enough to get a scholarship. Oh, by the way, her dad is the football coach. Complications ensue.

My college days are far behind me, but this book was a sweet way to relive how it was to want to make a mark on the world and how it was to find a soul mate.

 

 

 

Dancing my pants off

I made the mistake of wearing panty hose underneath my spandex Calendar Girl dance costume last night. The audience at the Fort Myers Elks must have wondered what on earth was the matter with me. My pants kept sliding south. Fortunately, the top was a tunic, but I was in mortal fear that the pants would slide down even lower than the hem of the top. Dancing while yanking up one’s pants is not an attractive sight. Then when they slid too low, I was afraid I’d trip on them. Let me tell you this did nothing for my concentration. I was turning left instead of right and missing steps all night.  Easily my worst performance ever, and one I sincerely hope never to repeat.

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I never, ever miss the Tony Awards. Haven’t been to NYC in many years, but I still want to know what’s playing. This is one year when I particularly wish a trip was in my future. Follies is my favorits show of all time. And Jesus Christ Superstar is right up there too.

My favorite parts of the Tonys, of course, are the numbers from the nominated musicals. The singing is fabulous and the dancing even better. How wonderful it must be to have such talent.

I got all my sisters with me

My wild and crazy Calendar Girl sisters took a road trip yesterday. As usual, we were dripping with sweat by the time we finished performing our “Wild West Show.” The audience was responsive and generous in giving to our cause, Paws for Patriots. I have now acquired a Calendar Girl magnetized sign for my car. How when people pull up next to me at a stop light and I am attired in a get up such as this one, they will see the sign on the door and realize, I hope, why I look this way.