It is the light of the sun that brings Barbara Barrow to life. Intently, she watches the flakes fall from the sky. There are no rays today. It looks as though a baker is shaking powdered sugar over an ice-skating rink.
Barbara started out seeking the stage.
In this winter of winters, this warm-weather woman gathers her construction-site-scarred parka around her and sighs.
“If there’s a patch of sun, my face will be in it,” she says wistfully.
Barbara’s interest in light…
Michelle Koutsoubelis tap dances in the shower. She can’t help it; the running water sets her feet on fire.
Miss Michelle, the owner of Cathy’s Dance Studio.
Right now, she’s sitting in a swivel chair — don’t worry, she won’t be in it for long — and her 4-inch stilettos run through a routine, flying across the floor before she can stop them.
She’ s wearing her everyday shoes, so the tap, tap, tap sounds like the petite prancing of a miniature horse.
“I…
There’s no seatbelt. Pete D’Andrea throws back his head and laughs. It’s going to be a loud, rough ride. He can’t wait to rev up the engine.
Pete’s crazy for classic cars.
When he does, the 1955 Chevy roars like a jet taking off from LaGuardia with Pete bouncing along for the ride.
“These cars are masters of the racetrack,” he yells above the deafening noise.
Pete, a lean mustached man with sad brown eyes, has been the owner of the Regal Turquoise and India…
Sooyah Jun must get off the bed — now! It’s big and white and puffy like a cloud, and it’s so comfortable that she’s in danger of nodding off in mid-sentence. She was out late last night and the night before that and the night before that …
Sooyah works in a law office.
This has pretty much been going on for the last three years, ever since she started doing stand-up routines after work, and her lack of sleep is starting to catch up with her big time.
Ah, the big…