By Estelle O’Connell Stand straight and tall, head held high, focus beyond your distress. Ask God to help you find…
By Estelle O’Connell Je t’aime – a murmur at dawn’s first light Je t’aime – a whisper when we kissed…
I have titled this story “Dorntgehood” because I employ the concept of hood as a metaphor. That term, as well…
When one dances, like in most other pleasurable activities, one wants to do more and better. My dance was no…
The back and forth of our Paso Doble now took on a growing set of engaging maneuvers. Everyday a new…
The dancing, as ice dancing, was keeping us all occupied and to no small extent challenged. But larger challenges were…