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The Double Meaning behind the blog title 'Dream Follower:'
First, for 14 years I was a ballroom & social dance instructor, and have studied both leading and following. I feel that learning to follow is full of nuance and is often misunderstood. I made it one of my personal goals to become a really excellent follow on the dance floor, and will probably talk a lot about the art of following - both in and out of the context of dance.

Second, I am a huge fan of author Michael Ende, probably best known for The Neverending Story. The book is incredible, and the first film captured some of the essence. (Please don't watch the other two films...I urge you to read the book though!) Anyway, at least twice in my life I have been caught in a storm of my own indecision, and my inner Moon Princess yelled to my inner Bastian...'Why don't you do what you dream?' I tear up even now as I write this little blurb. The tension between being practical, keeping my feet on the ground and my head out of the clouds (at the risk of compromising my inner vibrancy, true self, and who knows what else)...and reaching for my true dreams (at the risk of losing everything) is still a very real struggle. In fact, one of those struggles lead to my 14 years of teaching dance, so we can see which voice won the battle that fateful day when I was staring at the want-ad...

And so I strive to be two kinds of Dream Followers in my life. One has to do with connecting with others, and the other has to do with connecting with my inner Moon Princess and the world of possibility that opens when I do...

Tuesday, April 8, 2014


My Grandma is a special lady. Fiesty, fierce, independent, smart, inquisitive, bossy, passionate, the list is too long.

In some ways, she was like a second parent to me during some very important years, and she has been a beacon-like guiding force. She taught me about investing, volunteering, and so many other things. She demonstrated how to live a little like the frugal ant in Aesop's fairy tale, but also to enjoy the good things in life.

She went back to school when she was in her 50's to certify as a social worker proving it's never too late to follow your next adventure.

My heart is full of both joy and sorrow, joy at knowing her, sorrow at losing her. She was 98. I know she is with me, in my thoughts, still guiding me on some level.

I'm a lucky woman with her as a role model.

This week I will indulge a million thoughts and reminiscences. Some funny, some frustrating, some serious. I'm not sure how much of them will worm their way onto a page, but for now it is important to me to share a little of her awesomeness.


  1. I got nothing...

    I look forward to reading what you share about her. I'm glad she was such a positive influence in your life. I'm sorry she is gone...

    1. She really was quite a lady. I'm sure I will write more soon. Thank you for the sympathies, I know it's tricky 'cause there just aren't right words anyway...