I went dancing last Friday, after work and circus, vintage scarf fastened around my neck. About an hours’ drive from my house is a great swing scene–great music, great leads, great floor (<–note the dance-speak. Yes, we talk about floors. And this is a pretty nice floor–slick, shiny wood). And I was wearing red, redContinueContinue reading “Musings from dancings”
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Dancing? Tonight?
One of the biggest lessons I learned at my college job was: some people just don’t want to be happy. It’s puzzling, I know. But, nonetheless, there are people who would rather have, I don’t know, an allotted amount of negativity in every day. Maybe it fuels them somehow? Makes them feel balanced inside? IContinueContinue reading “Dancing? Tonight?”
For my grandma, who taught me to dance
If my grandmother was alive, either yesterday or today would have been her birthday. Except, I don’t remember and my mother can’t exactly place the date either. So, we’re going with today. Happy birthday, Grandma D. This post deserves a disclaimer, lest you believe me to be something I’m not. I dance, but I don’tContinueContinue reading “For my grandma, who taught me to dance”
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