Black Tights and a Mother s Love
Black Tights and a Mother's Love by J. Erin Hendricksen When I was but a precocious six year old boy an occurrence one sunny day in September changed my life forever. I can remember that day as clear as any in my entire life. It was the day my mother took me for my first ballet lesson. What possesses a mother to inflict the wrath of barbs, snide comments, stigma of femininity, etc., on her son by initiating training in classical dance? Why not cub scouts, soccer, or even...