Somewhere between the pliés and tendus, your thighs begin to burn. You’re standing at a makeshift ballet barre (your kitchen counter) in homespun ballet slippers (socks rolled down past your heels, ...

Ironically, the home workout I've been actively avoiding since March (when lockdown measures were put in place) turned out to be the workout I needed the most: dance. Now, I am not a dancer and have ...

"Uh oh, we've got dinosaur hands again," said Claire, the ballet teacher. I look down, and sure enough my hands, instead of graceful and light like butterflies, are curled up next to my torso like the ...