tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6903764.post-31251328671821106622008-07-15T13:48:00.000-04:002008-07-15T14:34:01.199-04:002008-07-15T14:34:01.199-04:00

In growing up, when I would attend weddings or celebrations, my relatives would well-meaningly say "come on Carol, let's dance" and they would swoop me up in their arms and dance with me. Even as a child, I was very uncomfortable with this form of dance. Not so much by the gesture but more about my immobility, being inserted into the arena of movement ... of dance. I was so glad that I grew up

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