In the meantime, this is for every Rock Star Mom out there.
When I was about 9 years old, there
was this book that sat on the bathroom vanity called, “I’m Dancing as Fast
as I Can.” It was there for two or
three years before we moved. On the
cover was a blonde lady, as I recall, with a tutu and a pair of jeans, capris
maybe. She didn’t look very happy about
the dancing, exasperated
