Coming Home

by Lisa Plummer Savas

I honestly never thought I’d dance again. It had been more than 15 years since I’d put my ballet slippers, favorite leotards and worn out jazz shoes away. While I never stopped longing for that blissful feeling of freedom that used to be mine when I danced across a studio floor or stage, I thought for sure that my aging body would never be able to handle the inordinate demands of the classical dance forms again. I just figured my days of sweeping across the floor and leaping through

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One Bad Apple Doesn’t Spoil the Whole Bunch

They say one bad apple doesn’t spoil the whole bunch and lucky for me that’s not just something your mother says to console you or the record (yes, was a long time ago) you play over and over again when your prom date ends up being the jerk of all jerks. As it turns out, that one-bad-apple thing goes for randomly assigned, friendly social dance contest partners too.

The first time I entered a “friendly” social dance contest, I had the misfortune of revisiting

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