How It All Began…

After being truly inspired by the steppin’ journalistic community (Veronica Solomon; Markie Bee; Terrance Pratt; Hadiyah Al-Sudan) I wanted to contribute something to the cannon. I couldn’t help myself and one day decided to launch a blog focusing on various perspective and idiosyncrasies unique to the progressive stepper’s viewpoint and experience.

So these are the chronicles of a Jersey girl-turned-stepper, kind of. Beware quintessential, hard-core steppers, I’m not as seasoned as several of you folks and I guarantee there may be posts that will give you pause. Forgive me, my ignorance, curiosities, and frustrations in advance.
It’s my intention to explore technique, patience, history, and my own (and others’) view regarding this charming subculture of dance that originated from dance known as The Bop, mid-20th century, in Chicago.

I’m not ashamed to say that I’ve not been swept up in the traveling frenzy that is clearly a part of a serious stepper’s life. Every time I look up there’s an all-white party in this state, or a dance-a-rama-skate-jeans-jiggy-steppers-sharp affair across the country. I usually roll my eyes because I am still too new to the culture to fully appreciate flying all over the damn United States to be twirled around by some sharp-dressed stranger. These people are crazy, I think sometimes.

But I am now one of them.

I won’t even get into the great people I’ve met from my foray into steppin’ — all ages and career affiliations, varied skill levels, personas, and locales (from Georgia to the West Indies).
The truth is that I’ve not met many women like me on the steppers scene. I’m a fairly attractive gal, I’d like to think — as are many of the lady steppers, so that’s not the oddity. I’m employed — from what it appears, you can’t be a hobo and STILL afford to show up to steppers sets looking halfway decent — that’s par for the course as well. I like to dance and so do all of the other ladies! I am, in many ways just like them, but here’s the catch: I’m a parent of two fairly young children. Most of the people I’ve met are already done raising their children, don’t have any children, or have self-sufficient teens or children who are now adults.

So while many steppers are traveling to LA, Dallas, and Chi-Town to get their step on — I, Ms. Mommy, am quite content building up my skills in the North East (for now) and of course, indulging my babies in helping me practice my basic steps right here in our Jersey living room.



  1. Congratulations on entering the realm of all things steppin via interviews commentaries and blogs. From one steppin journalist i.e. I Love to another…enjoy the ride! 🙂

    1. Thank you very much! I’ve hung out on and made sure to list it on my page, too. LOL @ the concept of “entering the realm” — steppin’ truly is a realm for ‘sho! I hope to meet you in person one day. — Ayesha

    1. Hey there, Tracy! I’m so happy you enjoy reading my “insights”, lol — you are totally welcome. I love this dance and the experiences within it are priceless — I’m happy to write about it any time that I can!

  2. Ok from one Jersey girl to another, it was so refreshing and fun to stumble upon your page at 12:45 am. I was looking for any links that were related to the song “Halfway Love” by Daniel Moore. I heard it for the first time at my second formal stepping event two weeks ago. It seemed like a pleasant song to get a good dance in. Then I read your oh so “real” analytical insight to what’s really going on in the song. And of course I smiled at your comments and said I am “hooked”. So of course I explored all the links on your page. Your insights are fun to read. As a matter of fact I find myself, like you attending events with my camera and doing video recording enjoying watching the polished skills of others more than getting my skills developed. And hopefully this will change as I develop my stepping confidence with time. Thanks.
    On a side note, I will still be dancing to the song’s melody, while ingnoring the studpity in the writer’s thinking. Lol.

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