Sometimes my former self and this new maker of things intersect. I feel them meet in my teaching, as I help my students decide how they will move forward as dancers.
These two versions of myself work side by side when I’m in the studio, trying to make a dance, trying to figure out what matters to me now.
My former self whispers in my ear as my son spreads his arms and begins to turn: slowly, then faster. As the giggles escape, I know he’s found the joy of making movement. Read More
I think of the familiar image of an older mother warning younger mothers to “Enjoy this time now! It goes by too fast!” And I realize that all mothers carry a bit of grief in their hearts wherever they go, because motherhood is tied to change, and it’s change that takes place in the living blueprint of our souls: our children. Read More
Hello little one. Tomorrow, your mama turns thirty. You will join us out here in less than eight weeks (unless you take after me, which will might make your grandma feel vindicated). As I take time to think about the life that’s led me to this milestone birthday, you are also on my mind. As I evaluate my choices and consider the lessons I’ve learned, I can’t help but imagine how your own life will unfold. Undoubtedly, you will encounter many challenges, and your dad and I will do our best to help you navigate them, while giving you space to fall, learn, and move through it all. Eventually, you will create your own roadmap of expectations and ambitions, and you will chart your own way through that territory. Read More
It’s a hard time to be human. If paying attention is the first rule for an artist, it’s a painful rule to follow right now. I feel like I’ve been standing still for a long time. I’ve watched and listened and asked questions, but I haven’t been moving. As a dance artist, that feels like a problem, but it’s one I don’t necessarily feel the need to dwell on right now. Last night, I had an impulse to move; to allow the body’s capacity for empathy to help me process what I’m thinking and feeling. Read More
A year later, my city is back in the spotlight. This time, it's not violence driving national headlines. It's because a governor and his administration thought no one would notice if they poisoned a poor, black city in order to save money. Read More
Spark and Ruin: a Story of Re-beginning, the piece that was developed through The Flint Project, premieres at Space Place Theater at the University of Iowa in just two days. Read More
It's hard to believe this time is finally here. Though next week's performance is not the end of The Flint Project, it is the end of this phase, and I'm so excited to share this work with audiences here in Iowa City! Read More
I'm curious about the role live performance plays in our digital culture. We process so much in such short spans of time, that it surely translates into a different experience with live art. I don't think this is good or bad, but I do think it's important to acknowledge it. And to work with the conditions in which we currently live to try and effectively share information and ideas with an audience. Read More
I am thinking about lines: assembly lines, color lines and red lines, partitioning, zoning, segregation. I had the dancers spend three minutes with a clip from "Master Hands" (a 1936 documentary filmed in the Chevrolet plants in Flint, just a few months before the Sitdown Strike). Read More
All of the people we met with this week spoke of the importance of empowerment in individuals; change starts with a single person, one idea or action. And this must come from looking beyond the self; recognizing other human lives as complicated and important; placing value on a human life over “right and wrong,” or a simplified definition of humanity. Human lives are not currency. Every person has a story as valid and meaningful as that of anyone else. Read More