Dancing without inhibition
Our family was invited to a swank bat mitzvah, which was more like a wedding. The music involved a DJ, a host, and several entourage people whose job it was to get the guests on the dance floor. The moms did not need these dance wranglers, nor did Isabella. She perched herself above the floor by the DJ. She was clearly having fun. I got a pang as I watched her contemporaries dance together even though she was the only one really dancing. They were jumping in a mitzvah mosh pit. I longed for a brother-sister act. Will that ever […]