MODERN IFIGENIA

I am a nerd. On the best of days, I probably spend 75% of my time sitting, researching, reading and writing.  I have come to accept this as part and parcel of my life. However, once upon a time I used to be a dancer. I was capable of many physical feats and was quite disappointed in myself when by my mid 30's it became clear I would never become a professional dancer...okay, disappointed is too harsh of a word because, well, I never did really work towards that goal. But hitting your 30's -that time period when one body part after another starts to fail, you realize that if you ever had any ambition to accomplish something that could only be done with the physical body, you must do it NOW-right before the next body part falls off. So there I was, with no husband, no stable job, no stable income. I made the most irrational decision to become a "professional" dancer by joining the  Pilobolus dance workshop in Connecticut. The decision made absolutely no sense. I wa...