Most of my fondest memories involve me dancing in some form or fashion. Kindergarten gave me my first taste of this delightful drug. We had a school program and it involved my class performing to some island music. I don't remember anything but moving my little hips and feeling on top of the world! I had the chance to visit Egypt about 15 years ago with my father and younger sister. We were in the market one day and there was this intoxicating music being played throughout the air. I couldn't help it; again I found myself moving my little hips and laughing and again feeling on top of the world! Dancing brings me joy. From holding Yums (my son) when he was infant close to my heart and lulling him to sleep while moving to Coltrane; to holding someone close while in my pj's and socks rocking in tune to Anita Baker. I don't care what the music is...gospel, jazz, reggae, rock, alternative, neo soul, rap, dirty south...I am moved to move my little hips and take it all in. Dance. When noone is looking and everyone is looking....
