By Anita Tedaldi: FNM columnist
When the news is particularly grim I throw myself into some serious ballroom dancing. Scratch that, no matter what’s going on, I throw myself into some serious dancing. It’s pure wholesome pleasure.
My answer to apathy, crisis, financial instability, deployments, even the store running out of my favorite brand of decaf tea, is to hit the dance floor. It works every time.
No matter what’s going on around me, kids are fussy, deadlines are looming, husband is gone and dirty clothes are so backed up I have to force open the door to the laundry room, I eagerly drive through my corner of suburban sprawl to get to the dance studio.
When my Cinderella feet hit the floor, it’s not my size nine and a half paddles that step to the beat.