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Fiction. December 1978. On a cold, snowy, and windy Tuesday afternoon, I went to my first karate class at the neighborhood class after school, only to find Teri Taft, a willowy, razor-sharp, and lightning-fast young woman demonstrating some wicked moves across the floor...in the hope that her students, too, would find the confidence and courage to learn those moves themselves. And outside the dojo as well.

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Fiction. December 1978. On a cold, snowy, and windy Tuesday afternoon, I went to my first karate class at the neighborhood class after school, only to find Teri Taft, a willowy, razor-sharp, and lightning-fast young woman demonstrating some wicked moves across the floor...in the hope that her students, too, would find the confidence and courage to learn those moves themselves. And outside the dojo as well.