I have never been much of a dancer. I don't think it has much to do with growing up Southern Baptist, although in that tradition it used to be frowned upon. There were concerns that dancing to secular music could cause lustful thoughts, or make you a stumbling block to others. However, some of the best dancers I knew in high school were in my youth group. And one of my core memories with my mother, the quintessential Southern Baptist lady, is of her dancing around the living room with me as a toddler. I even remember the song: Donna Fargo's "Happiest Girl in the Whole USA."

I think my lack of dance skills are caused by being self-conscious, and completely devoid of natural talent. I remember in cheerleading having to do a move called "the snake." My body does not snake. I would be out there in a line of girls who seemed to sway effortlessly, like weeping willows in the wind. Next to them I looked oddly stiff, a short-skirted hillbilly Donald Trump doing his weird little grandpa moves.

At high school dances I wished I could just cut loose. I remember in 11th grade, my friend Andy Hightower dragged me from my wallflower position onto a dance........

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