I distinctly remember sitting in my rickety high chair at the age of about two or three giggling uncontrollably as I watched my mother jazzercising around in her neon pink leotard, and equally pink lipstick, to “How Will I Know.” I also remember belting “I Will Always Love You” when I could still hit the high notes, my parents smiling, wide-eyed, desperately trying to hide their wincing. And I remember calling my mother, who still wears that same shade of neon pink lipstick, to tell her the news... [Read more]