I do a lot of weird things in my life and I sometimes forget just how weird they are. For example, I was recently backstage at a cabaret show and my facial expression betrayed my pensive mind as I thought about a personal problem. “What’s up, sweetie? Why the long face?” I looked up to answer. Waaaaay up, into the friendly, kohl-eyed face of a 6-foot-five-inch male samba dancer clad only in six-inch platform heels and one of the skimpier outfits from the Rocky Horror Picture Show. I confessed my dilemma and he proceeded to give me some very sound advice about being genuine to myself, while... Read More