Saturday night was my second flamenco dance show. This time around, I was part of six dance numbers, did silent acting in a vignette about emigrating to Canada, and performed a somewhat sardonic monologue about Spartan women.  I was happy that I hit my marks, only screwed up once, and that so many of my family and friends were able to be there.

I can’t say I can dance – but I can say I’m going to keep trying.