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Welcome Aboard!

--"Izzy, how did you start dancing?"

--"What got you into martial arts?"

--"What kind of dancer/martial artist/writer are you?

--"How do you deal with brain damage, bodily injury and 

     C-PTSD, yet still dance, write, train, live the way you do?"

--"How do you still find joy and beauty amidst pain and loss?"

--"Wow, you should write your memoirs!" 

    This Is My Story

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  • Writer's pictureBella Dancer

Here There Be Dancers

One of my favorite moments of every week...

I gather up my sweaty, nasty BJJ stuff from the locker room and huck my Mary Poppins carpet bag filled with all the bling and fringe for class. I turn out lights and do last minute administrivia. And the sound carries through the walls, reverberating through the fist-clenching, break-falling, choke-outing halls. For a moment, it drowns out the echoes of kiyais still perched in the air...

The sound of cackling women.

Here there be Dancers. The post-class cluck-fest has officially taken hold.


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