Top 5 Favorite Dance Memories
In THE SWEET SPOT, heroine Helen Anne Reed realizes she hasn’t danced since her wedding more than a decade ago. Since then, she’s been inundated with life’s sobering moments—a bitter divorce, raising her daughter on her own, struggling to make her business a success, and her father’s Alzheimer’s diagnosis. She doesn’t have much to dance about until baseball player and former ballroom dancer Giovanni Caceres shows up. Helen Anne made me think about my life and the times I’ve had the chance to dance. I’m happy to say I have many memories involving the dance floor. Here are my top five:
- In a photo box, there’s a grainy, faded photograph of a line of dancers dressed in red and white striped tutus with their arms raised and their toes pointed. In the middle of the photograph is a tiny little girl—by far the smallest on the stage. She’s looking down at her feet, trying her best to remember the steps to the routine. The little girl is four-year-old me, and she’s dancing in her spring recital to “Peppermint Candy Canes.” That was forty years ago, and to this day, my aunt can still sing the song word for word.
- When I was in eighth grade, I sprained my wrist in the diocesan soccer playoffs, which meant I had to wear a brace for our end-of-year festivities, including my first boy-girl dance. But that didn’t stop me from awkwardly and stiffly dancing with my then boyfriend. (The bandaged arm between our bodies was probably a relief to my parents, who were chaperoning.)