DON’T TELL ME I CAN’T... ...learn to dance in my 40s
Standing in front of my partner, our hands clasped together, I straighten my back and wait for our cue. As the music plays, we set off, our feet move quickly – he steps back with his right foot, I move forward with my left – and soon we’re twirling in perfect sync.
When I was in my early 40s, following my divorce
