Years ago, the year I salsa-danced my way through my divorce, I was having tea at a friend’s house, chatting about this and that, when she casually mentioned something about her flying trapeze class.

“Flying trapeze?!” I sputtered, “You do flying trapeze?!”

I mean, it’s not every day that you meet someone who does flying trapeze, so I was beyond intrigued. I had to know more.

So she described to me how you climb a very tall ladder — 40 feet up — to a teeny, tiny platform, maybe two foot wide by five feet long, where one of the teachers snaps a rope into [Read more…]