When I was 8 years old, my parents enrolled me in ballet. It didn’t last long. Ronds de jambe and pliés didn’t phase me, and neither did the choreography. It was the last 10 minutes of class — the...
Walking into the Auditorium Theatre of Roosevelt University, an audience member could see the gilded stage and the velvet curtain and settle down into his comfortable half-price seat expecting a staid,...
