“The real troubles in this world seem to settle on the misalignment of men and women.” Stone Diaries., Carol Sheilds. This is International Women’s Week. I dug into my archives to pull out some material that I feel gives expression to feminine power which deserves to be showcased in Tango as well as in other … Read more

This is an excerpt from a conversation between Valeria Teles and myself, put to graphics. It continues our exploration of Intimacy and the in-between, whether experienced in Tango or in conversation or in the bedroom.

A Waking Ritual, or, Once over easy. For mature eyes only: Excuse me for straying a bit from my Tango monologue (it comes in at the end) and getting a little more personal. Early Morning Rituals The pattern to our early mornings is for the most part set. I rise first, typically before 7:30. There … Read more

Making sense of loss, “Mary Oliver style”. Heather Waldie died this past month at the age of 64 from cancer. She made a deep connection with all of us at Monday Tango Cafe and we are grieving the loss. Join with me in some reflections on Heather’s life and the lasting connection that one makes … Read more

Is tango romantic?

Maybe not so much.
But, but, but, … it looks so romantic, sensual, so steamy.
How it looks and how it feels are not necessarily the same thing.

Follow along to explore the difference …

The longest and most important journey we can take is from our head to our heart, so says traditional wisdom.

Christmas is the season of journeys.

Since there is no spinning around the dance floor this year, what to do? I take a bus-ride through the inner-city! Join me on what turns out to be the longest journey.

There are two questions about sex that confront us at this stage of the game which were never a consideration when we were young: Why and How. Let’s have some fun exploring these.

The Sulphur Gates, in a remote part of northwestern Alberta, is one of the most dramatic river vistas in the Rockies. The stunning viewpoint of the confluence of the Smoky and Sulphur rivers, near Grande Cache, is from the edge of a cliff overhanging the boiling water 300 below where the two rivers merged.

One woman wanted to kick him in the ass. Another wanted to coddle him sympathetically. A few men understood his confliction.

Some of the comments to Lost Love in the Fog, the prologue to my new writing project/ book: The Art of Intimacy: a dance through sex, sensuality and spirituality. I would be delighted to have you join me on this journey and welcome any comments as these will guide my exploration. Vaminos!

Am I going crazy? Or is it just anxiety, or frustration, or paranoia, or discomfort with something different? (I hate change!) Or all of the above?

More remedies for the COVID crazies. Until we can dance again, at least!