We loved âThe Nutcracker.â We rejoiced at âBlack Nativityâ
While I understood all spaces should be open to all, this specific space was created to expand a sense of belonging to more, writes playwright Kirsten Greenidge.
By Kirsten GreenidgeUpdated February 18, 2021, 11:28 a.m.
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Kirsten Greenidge.Katia Nigro
Of particular excitement to me and my sisters at holiday time when we were growing up was the ritual of dressing to leave our house in Arlington: the snow white tights, still cool from their cellophane and cardboard trappings, and our matching patent leather Mary Janes; slips and freshly braided hair, or, if there hadnât been enough time for our mother to braid three heads, one of us was perhaps expertly adjusted with some Posnerâs and âthe brush,â which was nobodyâs friend. Our dresses matched, as well: swaths of wine colored velvet; crisp white collars; a wide, dark green sash of satin tied with a bow Empire-sty