HARMONI TURNER STORMS onto the Harvard practice court, driving her knees to her chest. She smiles brightly. Her braided blonde hair, piled in a loose bun, bobs as she runs.
It’s a cold February day in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and the coaches begin practice with a shooting drill. For the next 17 minutes, Turner makes shot after shot, from spot after spot. When the drill ends, her teammates continue to take aim. Not Turner.
She stands among them, raises her arms in front of her and wags her hips side to side. There’s no song playing on the speakers, but that doesn’t stop Turner. She sticks her tongue out and locks eyes with each of her teammates, moving her body to her secret rhythm.
Junior guard Gabby Anderson bursts into laughter before joining along. Soon, the entire team is shaking their hips and nodding their heads. Head coach Carrie Moore claps to get their attention, a smile across her lips. She looks to her assistant coaches, and they’re all smiling too.
They know.
During the next drill, Turner punches her fists in the air when her teammates make a good pass. She yells, “Come…
