Lessons From the Dance Floor: It’s Okay To Be In Control

***This series of stories, “Lessons from the Dance Floor” is only partly true. True parts have been overly dramatized by my own hyperactive imagination to make them, umm well, fiction*** David laced up his shoes, flexed up, down, left right with his ankles. He was, as always, a bit nervous at the start of class. The work day anxieties replaced by the pressure to remember to walk left foot, then right, stop, pause. It seemed like a much simpler concept than the processing problems facing him at his desk. He constantly wondered why was he having problems every week with both. Last week’s … Continue reading Lessons From the Dance Floor: It’s Okay To Be In Control

Lessons from the Dance Floor: Perseverance

***This series of stories, “Lessons from the Dance Floor” is only partly true. True parts have been overly dramatized by my own hyperactive imagination to make them, umm well, fiction*** She woke in her bed, under a pile of cats staring at her to do something, namely feed them canned cat food. Ann laid there smiling, not at the felines inquisitive faces, but at her victory the previous night. Her hand went out and a furry head nestled under it. It was a wonderful, aching feeling in her legs as she stretched, flexing her painted toes. She rolled to one side, … Continue reading Lessons from the Dance Floor: Perseverance

Lessons from the Dance Floor: The Compliment and the Complement

***This series of stories, “Lessons from the Dance Floor” is only partly true. True parts have been overly dramatized by my own hyperactive imagination to make them, well, fiction*** It was all Lydia could do to pull herself out of her mid-Sunday afternoon flop and contemplate an early dinner. Do I really want to go to another tango lesson tonight?  Her body was telling her to stay home, in a warm bed, eat soup while her mind was justifying the need v. want of another dance lesson. Maybe this will be the lesson where you have that breakthrough, she thought in her antihistamine … Continue reading Lessons from the Dance Floor: The Compliment and the Complement

Lessons from the Dance Floor: the Backyard Milonga

***This series of stories, “Lessons from the Dance Floor” is only partly true. True parts have been overly dramatized by my own hyperactive imagination to make them, well, fiction*** It was a typical warm summer night in the south. The sound of cicadas in the humid night air, the occasional passing cars and the chirping sound of tree frogs made the night life to blend into the wallpaper of background music. Earlier that summer, Gerry undertook the arduous task of laying a concrete slab off the side of his house. On the far end, he’d created a waterfall and pool, planted ferns … Continue reading Lessons from the Dance Floor: the Backyard Milonga

Truth and Tango

Here is a strange but true lesson I’ve learned about myself from taking tango lessons. I am not used to touching people on a casual basis which has never been a big deal to me until now. My family was never a huggy type of family. Even on the day I got married, I remember the photographer telling my future mother-in-law and me to hug as he took a photo….we just looked at each other, laughed and shook hands. Seemed fair enough and somehow more honest. I remember one of my brothers  married into a huggy family. It used to … Continue reading Truth and Tango

Practice, Practice and Some YouTube Watching

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Practice Makes Perfect?.” Tell us about a talent you’d love to have… but don’t. It was my second lesson. This time I wore strappy black sandals with a short heel. I felt prettier than the first time when I wore flats, but much less stable on my feet. Tango is always better in heels, always. So, there I was on a Sunday evening in the middle of a wooden floor with about another 10 or so people waiting for a lesson. There were some couples and some singles. A hipster, artsy couple … Continue reading Practice, Practice and Some YouTube Watching