After Beyonce's electrifying Super Bowl performance, I was in awe. This woman (about a year after giving birth to her daughter, Blue Ivy) commanded that stage like she had something to prove. I didn't move. I didn't blink. I just sat there and watched. (Mostly 'cause if I had gotten up to do some of those moves, I would have probably twisted an ankle or broke a hip or something.) In short, I … [Continue reading...]