Nichole and her husband, Mike, are my neighbors. I am this week caring for Radar, their cat, and Saturn, their guinea pig (both creatures got their monikers from their little son, Simon, who has been flirting with my wife since todlerhood). I've attended performances of Nichole's dance company. They have all been terrific. And none of us is constricted anymore by our latitudinal and logintudinal positions. Even if you live on a ranch in Montana, you can still dream of the dance and make a modest contribution. I contributed last week. And they're more than halfway there. It would be nice to see them fully funded.
You can learn more here from Nicole herself: The Garden.
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