Still Trying to Diversify in the Arts

I am currently looking for a job. And for many, if not all, the job postings I read, I would lean towards hiring a candidate of color if I were hiring. That’s my truth. We need more racial diversity in arts management and leadership. No question. Even with my experience, skills and ideas, I would… Read More

Before the World Turns Pink Tomorrow

My mother had cancer in both her breasts. Her sister faced breast cancer. So did her other sister. My mother had both breasts and a dozen lymph nodes removed. My mother has been cancer free for a year and a half. My mother now deals with severe neuropathy. She takes six pills a day, is trying… Read More

Islamic Center of Saginaw (Michigan)

“You must feel great to be outta there.” That was said to me tonight. Not even a question. It was the pure assumption that America trumps, that living in Middle Eastern or African countries has no value, that I am safer on American ground. You are wrong. I don’t feel great. I feel good sometimes, yes,… Read More

How Relationships Are Made, or Unmade

People meet. A majority couple-up during their lifetimes into partnerships, marriages, and relationships of all kinds. The “How We Met” stories bring smiles, but I often I learn more from the stories about how people’s relationships are really made, or unmade.   Grocery Store   BK (before kids), our relationship was built during our trips to… Read More

She and I: A Toast to the 19th Amendment

My paternal great grandmother, Bessie May Schuster, was born in 1897 and was mighty short. The family record says her grandfather was “always a Republican but has never held office, nor was he a member of any church.” In 1904, when she was 7, her young mother died, I think of disease. Bessie May had… Read More

Mom's bike

A beautiful butterfly (which I haven’t seen one in years) landed on me, but it wasn’t the graceful scene you imagine. It smacked me in the neck. This is re-entry. Jehovah Witnesses came knocking when I was home alone. I haven’t encountered that in years and was excited to have a conversation on religion. They… Read More


I will start off by admitting that I am a very white dancer. My dance aesthetic grew out of white, lower middle-class, mid-Michigan, 1980’s rural-Suburbia. I mastered the Roger Rabbit, Running Man, and MC Hammer but my Hip-Hop was oblivious appropriation at best. My tap dancing had a very high center of gravity, far closer… Read More