Today is a dull, gray, midwinter day, unseasonably warm in keeping with the last two years. A group of us friends has been meeting to sort out the election and its aftermath. For several members of the group, this is … Continue reading
My mom identified as settler while my dad identified as Native. It seemed that mom had room in her sense of identity for only one part of her heritage. Dad took a more nuanced view of things, making room for … Continue reading
Issues of Identity are complex. They demand our attention and dominate our stories. They shape our political debates, and spar in our contending versions of history. They are ever-present and often invisible. Yet they form the very ground of therapy sessions and healing ceremonies. Continue reading
Last night I went to the Flynn Space, the small black-box performance space at the Flynn Center, to see the world premiere of Paul Zaloom‘s, White Like Me: A Honky Dory Puppet Show. The Flynn was one of the co-commissioners for the piece. Earlier in the day I had participated in a found object puppetry workshop led by Paul; I’ve written about that elsewhere.