Part I: Over the Hill - These days it seems pointless to begin any sort of dance if you’re over the age of three-and-a-half. It’s way too easy to look like a fool next to those people who live and breathe the stuff. Trust me, I know. I’ve been the girl who can only awkwardly hunch forward to grab her ankle in the air, knee bent, while the prima ballerinas around me lift their legs gracefully to their ears. Now, my best dance moves involve mostly jogging in place, “woo”-ing and the occasional Grease throwback. Still, a girl can dream — which I do all too willingly...Read the full article here. Published as a monthly online column for Darling Magazine 2014-2015.