Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Sneak Peak: Behind the scenes prep for TheShaunaShow

Cuban Salsa social in Houston. 
Stage Managing with local dance and theatre artists at the MACC in Austin.
Getting ready for barre instruction at N'Caliente Fitness 
Get ready for live percussion, strength training, and dancing with TheShaunaShow.
I see you coming to class in Round Rock... no? South Austin then!
Buckle up and be ready to dance!
Performing with Afro Caribbean Soul Collective at the State Capitol in Austin, TX. 

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Billow your own sails.

     The following was inspired daily writing from my recent homecoming to Sacramento State University, where I was blessed to be embraced by family at the 25th Anniversary dance and retirement concert for Mama Dr. Linda S. Goodrich. I grateful am I, to know the people I know; and to be who I am. 


Saturday, January 21, 2017

Dance Sundays @1pm

Come take class on Sunday @ 1pm

Single Class $12
February Month Pass $40

Afro #Rumba
Afro #Jazz
Afro #Caribbean
Afro #Hatian
Afro #Modern
Afro #Dunham
Afro #Funk
Afro #Afroxe
Afro #HipHop


Thursday, November 24, 2016

Advocacy Hibernation: when you be sleepin on yourself.

Since leaving my hometown of 1,300 people, I've grown to see the world through a variety of lenses. As a result, advocacy has taken root and the humanitarian drive to support and spread news of those with different experiences than mine. Mostly those with less privilege. Mostly those of color. Mostly those differently abled. Mostly those who are LGBT. Mostly those of different religious and spiritual beliefs. Mostly, people who have been oppressed.

I have refused to teach about the "First Thanksgiving" in my classrooms, and decorate my home with smiling pilgrims and feathered Indians. I've boycotted Thanksgiving, and longed to be in the Bay Area for the Indigenous People's celebration. Instead we gallery walk photos of the #DAPL Sioux experience and quotes from the oil company in Texas, and view ASL coverage of DAPL on the Daily Moth.

This year felt slightly different. For the first time in my family, there was no medical emergency and no major stress. I've been looking forward to family time so much! Thanksgiving bliss had me dreaming of cranberry sauce and board games. As we prepare to gather together, my feed shows me articles and footage of suffering and inhumane treatment. I told myself, "No politics this year, just ignore your dad. Ignore your aunts and uncles. Ignore your mom and brothers. Ignore opinion." Be double plus good quiet. Then my feed showed me wounds, tears, and testimony. Finally, I broke down my shallow shell and found my voice again.

As I shared the posts from friends on the east coast about the Dakota Pipeline protests,  I assumed everyone I knew, already knew, too. Yet with each post, my aunt responded. West coast friends shared. Cousins shared and commented. Southern friends replied.

And then I remembered, my voice matters. All our voices matter. Messages don't spread in the dark, in silence. Beliefs don't change by peacekeepers. Change doesn't happen by people-pleasers.

Speak now.
Speak up.
If you have nothing to speak of for yourself, then speak with someone else.


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Monday, July 13, 2015

Goodbye Houston, Hello Dubai!

A full flight with international clients, delicious food, and closed captioned movies!! Hello Dubai!

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Ballet slippers, bangs, and lots of red lipstick; role models in the '90s.

When I was a little girl, I wore ballet slippers and shiny pink leotards. When I was a big little girl, I wore bangs and t-shirt ties. When I was a grown little girl, I wore ponytails, Cross Colors, and L.A. Gear... I always wanted the light-up pair, but they weren't sold at Payless. Looking back at the dancer I was slowly shaping myself into with Miss Linda's beginning ballet, Studio 81 Jazz, and the youth center tap class, I remember the women I wanted to grow-up to become. Janet, Dolly, Paula, Debbie, and Madonna. No need for last names with this kind of inspiration. So tonight I urge you to remember who you wanted to be like way back when you used tape to record over tapes in your mom's boom box, and look to see who you have become, and foresee who you are becoming.


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