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For The Love Of Dance

One fine evening, when I returned home late after my weekend dance class, I was preparing myself to face my mother’s usual rants. I entered the living room as she exited the kitchen and the carping ensued. “Why do you have to dance? You have a career ahead of you!” she said, and continued, “Besides, now that you’re old enough to get married…you should dedicate your time to more meaningful life skills. Learn cooking instead.” I dismissed the whole conversation as a joke, giggled and left the room to end the argument. I had always taken...