How an unlikely folk dancer found grace
The first thing I learned in folk dancing was the emphatic apology. “Sorry!” “Forgive me!” and “Did that hurt?” There was no pretending that this was my kind of dancing or my kind of music. On this dance floor, I was a well-meaning menace.
My wife, Chrissie, said that dancing would improve our quality time together. The folk dance community was not so sure. As I struggled to learn Greek, Turkish, and Balkan dances – all of them far more
