It started with a photo of a desk and a single line that stopped me cold: “My chair explains why your muses make me cry.” From there came a lesson on faith, family, and the legacy of love that keeps expanding—one desk, one generation, one connection at a time.
When cancer tried to trip me, my Village People caught me mid-fall. Laughing through cancer, friendship, and cupcakes all the way.
We thought Argentinian tango lessons would rekindle our rhythm. Instead, we found ourselves dizzy, laughing, and inventing a new style entirely—belly laugh dancing.
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