My daughter, Nayla, who is seven, has an inborn sense of rhythm and an instinct for artistic movement. As I watch her leap, spin, bounce, and pose, I see myself at a much younger age. I used to love to dance (I still do), and I had a knack for it (though I’m now a little — okay, maybe a lot — out of practice). Seeing Nayla reminds me of the dream I once had to dance for the glory […]
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