IN OUR CURRENT social media-dominated environment, there’s much talk throughout the culture about the widening divide between men and women, their minds more-and-more running at cross purposes. On different communication wavelengths. Generated in part by political differences and different perceived individual needs.

Into this maelstrom of disconnection we drop an excellent new feature story, “On the Dance Floor” by Leah Browning, which through the art of fiction artfully and subtly addresses the question– leaving at the end a small ray of optimism? That’s for you the reader to judge.

At dinner one night, listening to his girlfriend ramble endlessly about some reality show nonsense, not even bothering to swallow a mouthful of food before she went on about this drivel, he made the decision, as he had many times before, to break it off with her.