Dance lessons:

Another amazing woman showed up this past Saturday. She appeared to be older than anyone else there, and so fragile that I was terrified someone would bump into her on the dance floor and break her. She barely reached five feet in height, and she was wearing what you could tell was her favorite out-on-the-town dress. She moved around the dance floor with a cool grace that you hardly ever see in a person anymore. But she didn’t have a partner. She had her walker. But she moved it around, while wearing her pink two-inch heeled pumps, as if it were a partner. It was heart-breaking and heart-warming at the same time. Just thinking about her makes me smile.