Jacqi Tully

I recently undertook a brief rummaging session through a box of old photos. There I was, age 5, at a birthday party. There were 5 or 6 of us seated at a picnic table, party hats askew, digging into bowls of ice cream, gazing up to the photographer with goofy grins. Only one of them […]

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Jean Lave

When I first went to see Kriss Brooks I was fifty. I had been a serious modern dancer in my teens, a folk dancer in my twenties and thirties, an enthusiastic aerobics person for the next few years, and a dedicated computer-potato for the last five. I had accepted as an inevitable sign of aging […]

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