Earlier in the week, I went to a reading of a play the Portland Playhouse commissioned. The playhouse is in a former church in a residential neighborhood that is in the midst of a transition. The play is about a town that was rebuilt without the black families that once lived there.
I’m not a critic nor do I attend the theater grudgingly, yet I have a tendency to approach works of art with my arms crossed and a sharp word at the ready. Continue reading →
In the very beginning, I mentioned that I am a bit of a TV addict, but to write home every week with an update (as requested by my mom as a mother’s day present a few years ago) I had to come up with more than what I watched on TV that week. So, whereas I used to check the TV listings, I now read the local papers looking for events (I pretty much know the TV listings by heart so this isn’t really impressive). This is what led me to a former church in the King neighborhood of Portland. Continue reading →