I learned to dance by standing on my father’s feet.
“The eternal question: am I a dancer who writes? Or a writer who dances?”
As a founding member of the DecoBelles, I once performed at the Paramount, the Fillmore, and Hearst Castle.
“If you’ve danced to “Bend Down, Sister” or “Cheer Up, Smile, Nertz” you are one in a bazillion” — from Dance Like a Decobelle
I became a dance evangelist in 2011 to get out from behind my computer.
“Writers become alcoholics, smokers, hunchbacks, addicts. Dancers have good posture and take impeccable care of their bodies. I still want to be writing when I’m ninety. So I’ll dance.”
“I never thought of myself as a dancer! But in your classes I feel so free.” —Louise, 79
“Who knew you could Zumba to Glenn Miller?” — Janet, 68
“This is the best break in my week. It helps everything else go smoothly.” — Lela, 42
“I just feel so happy all day long after class!” —Atefe, 24
“You’re a great teacher. We all look forward to ‘getting down’ on Fridays.” —Josh, 17
Contact Kristen about her Dance Playshops:
“Devil’s Music” | “Salute to America” | “Black Music Matters” | “We Are Women” | “Vampy Goodness”
Here’s an article about dancing: Your Writing Exercise is … Exercise! on Writer’s Fun Zone
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