In The News: Half Moon Bay Review

March 11th, 2010

Tango heals a broken heart
Enso event features world-traveled author, tango lesson

After only 18 months of marriage, Maria Finn found out that her husband was cheating.

She was devastated. But help was only a few steps away. First she stepped out to travel on an already planned trip to Uruguay and Buenas Aires. While away, she took the next few steps that changed her life — on a dance floor as she learned the tango.

Dancing “was the only time I didn’t feel bad,” she said. “I had my heart broken, so I learned to dance the tango to get over it.”

That story is recounted in her new memoir, “Hold Me Tight and Tango Me Home,” released by Algonquin Books. That book, and the signing of copies of it, is the focus of an event at 5 p.m. Sunday, March 21, at the Enso gallery in Half Moon Bay.

The book will be in the spotlight — along with a beginning lesson in tango, live tango music, Malbec wine from Argentina, and fresh empanadas made and live tango music played by Enso co-founder Mauro Ffortissimo.

The book tells Finn’s story of how she threw her husband out, and then on her visit to Buenas Aires — the birthplace of tango — she learned to master the dance step she credits with teaching her about love and loss, how to follow and lead, and to live with style and flair — and to risk loving again.

She also credits the sultry dance with once dictating fashion and launching the cocktail in the United States, as well as growing into prominence overseas in Finland and Turkey.

“The music, the touch, the feel of another person’s heart, teaches you how to trust again,” she said.

“A lively debut memoir, brimming with tango history and lore,” wrote Booklist.

But neither the book, nor tango itself, were Finn’s first brush with literary fame.

Originally from Kansas City, Mo., she earned an MFA from Sarah Lawrence College, and then went on to teach English and design a study-abroad course in nonfiction at Casa de Las Americas in Havana, Cuba.

She has edited two anthologies, “Cuba in Mind” and “Mexico in Mind.” Following the example set by her grandmother, an avid gardener, she wrote a book on edible gardening, “A Little Piece of Earth: How to Grow Your Own Food in Small Spaces,” which spawned a blog and weekly gardening newsletter.

She has also written essays for “The Best Food Writing 2006” and “Best Women’s Travel Writing 2007,” written for publications around the country, and been a finalist for many fiction-writing awards.

Prior to graduate school, she lived for a while in Alaska, working in the commercial fishing industry, where she was also a commentator for Alaska Public Radio and covered news and culture from Latin America and Hispanic communities in the United States for ABC News. She also worked as a crewmember on all-female commercial fishing boats.

She now lives on a houseboat in Sausalito, a community she describes as “perfect” with its proximity to San Francisco and its nearness to nature. But she does not stray far from the Latin experiences that shaped her life.

Latin America, she said, “literally drew me in. It is poetic, beautiful, political and passionate. I’ve been accused of having a Latina soul.”

For information, contact Enso at (650) 726-1409.

Tuscon Tango Festival

March 7th, 2010

My last stop before heading home to California was the Tucson Tango Festival. It was a wonderful event. The dancering, dj’s, were great. The hosts, Rusty and Joanne, could not have been more gracious and welcoming to everyone, and there were some unexpected surprises.

I met and saw Momo Smitt perform tango hip-hop. Check out his song:Welcome to The Tango World

As well, I was given a great bag for carrying my tango shoes by Totally Tango.

As a birthday present to myself, I bought a new pair of Comme Il Faut shoes.

Now I’m headed to El Paso to see my brothers, sisters-in-law and nine nieces and nephews to celebrate my birthday. I bought sparklers at a roadside fireworks stand, and they’ve promised a pinata for a birthday pachanga. Then I’m flying back to my little Shang-ri-la in Northern California.

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Tonight! Antigone’s Bookstore in Tucson, then Tango Festival

March 5th, 2010

Tonight at 7 PM I will be at Antigone Books in Tucson Arizona for a book discussion, dance demo, and refreshments.Private Dance Lessons to be Raffled Off!!!

ANTIGONE BOOKS
411 N. 4TH AVE.
TUCSON, AZ 85705
Ph: 520-792-3715

Afterward, I’m headed over to the Tucson Tango Festival.

Collected Works, Santa Fe

March 5th, 2010

Last night, fellow tanguera and journalist Emily Crawford was invited to talk with me about tango, love, and finding harmony and balance in a chaotic world. It was a really fun way to do a book presentation, and the new relocated  Collected Works Bookstore, on the historic plaza in Santa Fe, is just gorgeous. After the talk, Matt Cohen stepped up to the plate and danced tango demonstrations with both of us.

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About Last Night: Bookworks

March 3rd, 2010

Last night the tango dancers literally “Cut a Rug” as they braved a carpeted floor for the tango and milonga demonstration at Bookworks, a great Indie bookstore in Albuquerque.


Karen Reck and Paul Akmajian demonstrate a bookstore tango.


Paul speeds it up a little here with Leslie Jones dancing a milonga.

Albuquerque, About the Talent: Karen Reck & Paul Akmajian

March 2nd, 2010

Tonight at Bookworks, Karen Reck and Paul Akamjian will be performing a tango, despite the shelves of books and carpeted floors in this excellent independent bookstore, these two are Albuquerque’s tango ambassadors par none. They dance, teach, and promote tango. As well, Paul is a much sought after tango DJ and will be showing his stuff at the Tucson Tango Festival this coming weekend.

To learn more about them, visit Downtown Tango.

After the book presentation, we are going to have a glass of Malbec next door at the Flying Star, and then we are off to the milonga organized by the Tango Club of Albuquerque at Lloyd Shaw Dance Center, 5506 Coal SE(Located two blocks south of Central; 2nd block east of San Mateo)

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Heartbreak Competition Entry #25

March 2nd, 2010

We met in tango. You were the first person I really danced with. I didn‘t even know how to do a cross, which – among other things – I learned from and with you. But the real secret of tango could not be told, but had to be experienced: Two steps, one to the side, one to the other, were my first real tango steps, were I felt a connection to you and the music.

We both were far away from our homecountries, and we found a home in our embrace. But I was only a visitor at this place, where you had already spent years. And I had a boyfriend waiting for me to come back. Still, we fell in love and lived this love for two beautiful months. A weekend-trip to buy tangoshoes was one of many happy experiences.

It was painful to go back to my life without you. We said goodbye in your homecity, and then again in mine. I realize now that one cannot force oneself to forget strong feelings. My body refused to comply with the plans of my reason. I‘m still learning how our experience changed my life…Meanwhile I keep dancing.
Claudia

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Heartbreak Competition Entry #24

March 2nd, 2010

I anxiously await the burst that will surely stain my face with salt, but maybe tears can run out. My body feels numb to anything other than this seething fury. I am determined to release this anger, but where can it go? It will be a box under your bed no matter where you sleep. Every time I close my eyes I see nothing but what I imagine happened that night. You a) unzipped her pants b) kissed her neck c) grabbed her breasts d) you know the rest. I have wasted enough on you, my heart, dignity, sleep, love, virginity. Now I can rise up. We were two kids pretending to fit the wrong puzzle pieces, the ones we hoped would make the picture in the end.
I will try and remember the days that seem so long ago, the days I know years can’t erase. But by then they will be buried, with dust or whatever fades recollections beneath the layers of my future. I feel the salty streams flow from my blurry eyes. About time. I don’t like this feeling, but I guess it’s better. In time I will have so much love someone will need it.

Brittany

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Heartbreak Competition Entry #23

March 2nd, 2010

When you are 21, you spend your time looking for the one being that can fill the gaping hole in your gut. It’s the pitch black void that you had been filling with the lame shit of your youth, but it’s not until you come of age, that you realize it can be temporarily filled with the presence of another. I met David in Santa Cruz that year. He was a 42 year old professor from the East Coast, who spent his time cycling, drinking, and writing his memoirs in Boston. When I met him, he wore a Vietnam memorial bracelet; It wasn’t until we watched Harold and Maude that I realized it’s objective was to conceal the wrist scars from his last attempt. I spent the next 3 years seeking the words that would communicate how beautiful life was….Tibetan monks, Vatican priests, and poets all gave me their suggestions and I relayed them faithfully.

I had never spoken to his roommate Trina, but I knew I never wanted to hear her voice. It was 5:38 a.m, August 26th, 1991, when she finally called.

“Is this Allen?” came her rasp, “This is Trina”.

And that was it….it was simply and utterly over.

Allen

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Heartbreak Competition Entry #22

March 2nd, 2010

“Yo se de tu Tristeza” and “Viejo Amor”…

These were the titles on two pieces of sheet music from the 20’s that I picked up in San Telmo.

I came back inspired to dance. Little did I know that these seemingly innocuous words were to foreshadow events in my own life.

I met Henry while taking tango classes with a friend. He was the instructor…smooth on his feet.

At times we could become one while dancing. My thoughts suspended as I glided. I moved, feeling only with my heart and his gentle touch.

We became a couple. We talked of marriage, children, buying a house.

But I could never let up my guard completely when we were off of the dance floor.

You see, Henry was smooth with words, too. He could dance around the truth.

Henry is now indeed an “old love”. As my greatest teacher so far, he taught me that “knowing MY sadness” is a path to knowing my joy.

The tango is calling me again.

Carla

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