Twelfth Night
The only Shakespeare text I will ever admit to actually enjoying was A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I just don’t get Shakespeare…
Resurrection City
As I walked through the gallery and perused the various photos taken by Jill Freedman, I considered a few things:…
La Boheme
Opera music has always irked me. I’ve never found the appeal in it, other than it being boujee and high…
A Fashionably Late Blog Post About Sara Davis Buechner
Of course, this is late because I am a mess in every conceivable aspect of my life. Anyway, this isn’t…
Unity Amongst Chaos
I’ve always considered music to be deeply empowering. It’s one of the very few forces left in this world that…
Falling for Dance!
I have always had a deep reverence for tap dancing. I mean, when you break down each swift movement into…
Almost Fainting Gives You Plenty of Time to Think!
As we all know, the journey to the Ruth Asawa gallery was quite…tumultuous for me, to say the least. Between…
Night at the Museum, minus Ben Stiller
I’ll be the first one to admit it. I hate museums — so much so that as soon as I got…
