My Aunt Laura sent me a remembrance of my mother, her sister: how Mary Anne used to love to dance in the living room of their big house growing up - to popular music, boogeying away, not caring who was around, dancing for the fun of it, all by herself. I imagine little Laura, long legs in frilly socks and skirt, dark hair, and beautiful solemn face peering around the door frame at her older sister in cardigan, developing bosom, and knee highs - a window into release.
Actions feels giddy in this full swing of summer. This dance is in honor of my mother's birthday, yesterday - I also remember her moves as a Mom, Laura! Cutting a rug in the living room - putting a record on the turntable and shimmying. There's no finer way to dance, and no finer reason.
