+ Follow TEACHER TONI Tag
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[Title] => The Company We Keep
[Summary] => Washington DC, 1969: The apartment unit that I rented with three other girls was located on F Street, in the heart of George Washington University.
[DatePublished] => 2009-03-08 00:00:00
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[AuthorName] => Letty Jacinto-Lopez
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[Title] => Pirouetting in the right direction
[Summary] => Ballet class was a memorable part of my childhood. I remember my mother holding my tiny hand as we walked to ballet class. I was five. With intent eyes, she watched my every move. She was the moving spirit for an only daughter. I remember that it was Ricardo Cassell who taught me all that I know about ballet. He was a strict teacher, training us, in a most unusual way. For instance, in perfecting the arabesques, he would put a lighted cigarette under my legs so I wouldn’t put them down, a technique that seemed torturous even as we knew he wouldn’t really burn us.
[DatePublished] => 2005-10-23 00:00:00
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[Focus] => 0
[AuthorID] => 1773484
[AuthorName] => Tingting Cojuangco
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[DatePublished] => 2009-03-08 00:00:00
[ColumnID] => 133272
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