What is the place of art as things begin to fall apart? Where do we go for happiness in the midst of the horrifyingly sad events happening around us? These are the questions that have stayed with me as I have planned, organized, trained, taught, and traveled to dance classes and events between Florence and Myrtle Beach. On these drives I have thought and prayed for my sister in Standing Rock, whose family led the movement that became the Water Protectors. To this day she and

I remember a time before the ever present Facebook, Websites, Blogs, and Instagram when I taught classes and students came through word of mouth. If I was lucky I got an article in a newspaper but mostly, it was based on my merits as a teacher not my "look" as a teacher. Now, a person can take pictures and post it with hashtags and make it "look" like it was the best time ever had and it is your loss that you weren't there. With the right angles and the right music, a video c

It is a rarity to find a dance instructor who not only knows the dance they teach but can also give you cultural and historical context. All dances came from somewhere and are rooted in an authentic human experience expressed through movement. Kizomba is just that type of dance and Kimberly Nicole is just that type of instructor. The awesome thing is that she doesn't overwhelm you with all of her knowledge but rather gives it to you in small manageable increments. Cuz Kizomba