The music swelled, the big ballroom — lined on one side by a mirror — looked beautiful, and my 16-year-old daughter and I were waltzing. She led; I followed. We’d come to the Towson Dance Studio to ...
It’s Friday night and my husband Jeff and I are in a suburban Connecticut dance studio, learning the cha-cha with 12 other adults. Della Reese is singing “Why Don’t You Do Right?” over the sound ...
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