Dance With my Father

I have an admission to make. I’m not much of a dancer. That’s not entirely accurate. I can shake my booty with the best of them, but when it comes to formal dancing—ballroom, belly, or ballet—I’ve never been that quick on the uptake. I’ve got rhythm. It’s coordination that’s never been my strong suit.That didn’t keep me from trying ballet classes. As an adult. With a history of leg and back injuries. I chronicled some of this in an article I wrote that appeared recently in Real Simple magazine. My editor there had trouble wrapping her head around the fact that I signed up for the classes on a whim. She wanted an intentional narrative. The truth is, I was just curious. I have two daughters wh

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