Dance like no one's watching
My Aunt Lucille was the first person I ever knew who had a PhD. I was young girl, but old enough to be in awe of her accomplishment. She died this weekend at age 90. Alzheimer's robbed much of her memory in her later years but she always loved to dance.
JOY LESSON: Never forget to dance
My name in lights
A little thing about me
Launching local talent
My dream
Like many creative people, I dream in color and very vividly. Last night, Prince (the performer, not my dog) was in my dream. He was wearing a plain white button-down shirt and dark jeans. No stiletto boots, only a men's wedged loafer. We talked a bit before he went on stage to perform. I asked him why he was wearing something so conservative. He said now that he's free, he can wear whatever he wants. By the time he took the stage, I was in the front row. He reached down smiled at me, grabbed both of my hands and held them. He kept smiling and the crowd went nuts.
Then I woke up.