Dylan Wald is from Minneapolis, Minnesota. He studied at Minnesota Dance Theatre & the Dance Institute, where he became an apprentice in 2012, and Pacific Northwest Ballet School. He attended summer courses at Pacific Northwest Ballet, […]
Dylan Wald is from Minneapolis, Minnesota. He studied at Minnesota Dance Theatre & the Dance Institute, where he became an apprentice in 2012, and Pacific Northwest Ballet School. He attended summer courses at Pacific Northwest Ballet, […]
Elle Macy is from Huntington Beach, California. She studied at Orange County Dance Center and on scholarship at Pacific Northwest Ballet School. She attended summer courses at the School of American Ballet, American Ballet Theatre, and Pacific […]
Elle Macy is from Huntington Beach, California. She studied at Orange County Dance Center and on scholarship at Pacific Northwest Ballet School. She attended summer courses at the School of American Ballet, American Ballet Theatre, and Pacific […]
Blonde. Blue eyes. Fair skin. It doesn’t take an extensive examination of my family genealogy to guess what might make up my heritage—largely Scandinavian, more specifically, Swedish roots. My mother’s side is entirely, completely, 100% Swede—in fact, it […]
Blonde. Blue eyes. Fair skin. It doesn’t take an extensive examination of my family genealogy to guess what might make up my heritage—largely Scandinavian, more specifically, Swedish roots. My mother’s side is entirely, completely, 100% Swede—in fact, it […]
Jerome: I never excelled in English. But that changed after spending five weeks at the Miami City Ballet summer program. Luckily, ballet is a universal language, but I still found myself a bit lost outside of the studio.
I stood in my tightest fifth position as the curtain came up. With the lights out in the pit, the orchestra began to play Vivaldi’s Baroque score and the crescendo of violins rushed over me from behind. Directly in front […]
I stood in my tightest fifth position as the curtain came up. With the lights out in the pit, the orchestra began to play Vivaldi’s Baroque score and the crescendo of violins rushed over me from behind. Directly in front […]
My parents were born and raised in the Philippines. After they graduated college to become nurses and got married, they wanted to come to America to have a better life and future for us. They wanted their family and children to […]
For my family, America meant opportunity. It meant getting an education and having a better life. In the early 1990s, my mother came to the U.S. from Mexico at the age of 18. She originally came to visit her brothers (my […]
In the eyes of many, America is a symbol of freedom, opportunity, and a more stable way of living. For people like my mother America meant exactly that. At the age of 31 while pregnant […]
Recently, I had a discussion with my parents about where we each felt most at home. My mother, a British-American, and my father, a native Romanian-Hungarian, both agree that New York City, being the melting pot of the United States, was […]
I am an American.
To some this phrase inspires hope and pride, and for others it arouses awkward silence and rolling eyes. But what does it mean to be an American?
Instantly, the images that come to my mind are summer baseball games with a hotdog in […]