I Broke My Dancing Dry Spell in a Room With 99 Strangers and the Spirit of David Byrne

I started dancing in Flushing, Queens—home of The Nanny and my family in the early ’80s—at age three. It was pre-memory, but the photos in fat, sticky albums capture my black bowl cut, my pink leotard, and my arms overhead in ballet’s fifth position. Dance was pure fun then, but it would come to …

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