Looking For My Waist: There Should Be Dancing!
I went dancing last night. I am sure this sounds like no biggie, but you have to understand that his was HUGE for me. I have always prided myself on being the person that has thrown all black (African American) stereotypes to the wind. For one, I have no rhythm and I am proud of it. Nope, I can’t dance. For the last 14+ years of my marriage and the 6 years of dating that preceded, my poor husband has had to drag me onto the dance floor kicking and screaming, and then take the horrible assault on his feet. … Continue reading