Zumba Class
We started going at the same time, angling to get a spot not too close to the front of the mirror, but not too far in the back… Read More »Zumba Class
Lenore's collections include "Tap Dancing on the Silverado Trail" (2011) from Finishing Line Press, “Sh’ma Yis’rael” (2007) from Pudding House Publications, and "Cutting Down the Last Tree on Easter Island" (West End Press, 2012). Her writing has won recognition from Poets&Writers (finalist in California Voices contest) and as a finalist for Pablo Neruda Prize, Nimrod International Journal. The Society for Technical Communication has recognized her work regarding Technical Literacy in the schools. All material is copyrighted on this site and cannot be used without the author's permission.
We started going at the same time, angling to get a spot not too close to the front of the mirror, but not too far in the back… Read More »Zumba Class
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