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Oh, yeah, they can dance

Editor's Note: The winner of “So You Think You Can Dance?” is featured on the cover of Dance Spirit magazine. A previous version of this story included incorrect information.

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From the Pulse Editor's Desk Sept. 8, 2011

Sade brings coolness to late summer.

From the Pulse Editor's Desk Aug. 11, 2011

A few weeks ago, as I charged forward on my mission of finding fun things for you to do, I discovered that Hampton Roads plays host to a diverse range of sports.

The magic of Potter goes beyond a page or a movie screen

I borrowed my kid sister's copy of the first "Harry Potter" book.
Such was the power of the boy wizard, whose world I entered as a grown woman. My sister was in grade school then; she's in college now. Harry Potter gave me an entrance into her world, a way to bridge the nearly two decades that separate us.

It’s time again for Mal at the movies

In the office, we've become accustomed to hearing film critic Mal Vincent talk about the vintage movies of yesteryear. Mal's a natural storyteller, and when the subject is movies, hang on. He'll regale anyone who will listen with behind-the-scenes plot twists, personal encounters with the stars, and you-should-have-been-there moments.

Amid patriotism, fireworks, there's good news on eagle

Stay around Hampton Roads this long holiday weekend, but take a road trip that reminds you how our wonderful nation came to be and pay respect to those who fought for the United States of America. Inside this section await our suggestions for a few patriotic places so close that you can reach them with just a short car trip.

See a band or 2 or 10.

I'm writing my husband a note outlining our weekend itinerary so we don't miss any of the fun.

Isn't this a great place for a picnic?

Man, I love picnics.

Have fun playing, eating and learning this weekend

Grab the kids and get out the door, because there's family fun all over the place this weekend.

Obeying country's twangy siren song

One of my favorite pictures of my sister shows her singing into a broom-handle microphone, cowboy hat cocked to one side of her head, as she wails out a tune of desperation then incomprehensible to her kindergarten heart.