Dance Mom Moments

I have already revealed that I find the lobby of my daughter’s dance studio to be one of the most stressful and existential crisis-inducing locations in my life. I am routinely consumed with either irritation toward other mothers or with good old-fashioned self-loathing while waiting for my daughter to get her tap and ballet on. […]

I Hope You Dance

Years ago, I used to drive around, nieces and nephews packed in the car, windows down, hair blowing, blaring Lee Ann Womack’s “I Hope You Dance.” Not exactly the coolest song in the world, and I can’t imagine it did much for my street cred, but we loved it and it still pretty much encompasses […]