As a single spotlight comes up on a dark stage, a young woman sits upright on the edge a wooden bench — the edge of her youth — peering out into the distance. She takes a quick breath before slowly leaning left — off kilter like the leaning tower of Pisa — tethered only by a Read More
Memoirs of a Chinese Dancer
South of Gold Mountain
When H.T. Chen & Dancers performed “South of Gold Mountain” in Houston, I road-tripped from Atlanta — twelve hours each way — to watch the piece. Twenty-four hours in the car — all for a single dance performance. Why, you ask? What does it mean to you? Are you crazy?! (Yes, of course, but I Read More