
Spring will come. I know it is hard to believe. Soon all of this snow will melt, the tulips will begin to sprout and women will begin spray tanning everywhere. It will happen, I promise.

I always thought I would be a ballerina. My mother started me in swim lessons at age 5 because she was concerned I would injure myself in any other activity. I was a tad clumsy. Dancing day dreams still consumed me, though, and the Marjorie Holtzer dance recitals were