Wednesday, January 22, 2020 - 6:10pm

My friend glared at me when I told her Kate Wisel’s collection of stories was about violence against women. Other women don’t often like to hear those two words together — violence and women. Especially on a Friday night. I had promised my friend a cozy outing to our favorite coffee shop, a charming end to a not-so-charming first full week of classes. She hadn’t expected the reading to be so morbid. Nevertheless, we sat ourselves down towards the back of the less-than-full audience of bookworms on that bitter winter night.

Tuesday, January 21, 2020 - 4:34pm

My mom is an art teacher, so I’ve had no choice but to be surrounded by art my whole life. Every family vacation, my mom made a point of scoping out the nearest art museum and marching me and my brother through the exhibits. She spent hours quizzing us on the likes of Claude Monet and Edgar Degas, explaining the differences between realism and surrealism and putting museum tour guides to shame. She skipped the whole Disney princess nonsense and instead taught me to idolize Frida Kahlo and Georgia O’Keeffe.

Tuesday, January 21, 2020 - 4:31pm

My hour-and-a-half-long recording of Public Theatre Artistic Director Oskar Eustis’ visit to The Michigan Theater through the Penny Stamps Speaker series has been on repeat for the past two days. All his words held impact; I couldn’t decide which quotation was my favorite. From the origins of theater in ancient Greece to the 2016 election, he gave the audience reason to believe that live theater is more important now than ever.

Tuesday, January 21, 2020 - 4:23pm

The image is this: a gender-ambiguous figure stands in the desert facing the camera. They hold binoculars to their face, looking to some horizon over our shoulder. There’s a placelessness to the setting, which is made up of no more than sand, clouds and sky. No details or ornament in the figure’s dress bind it to any particular time period. It’s universal.

Monday, January 20, 2020 - 4:42pm

The Ark, home to nationally acclaimed folk and acoustic music, harbored an unusual guest on Tuesday, Jan. 14: G. Love and Special Sauce, an old school R&B group known for their laid-back and tastefully sloppy tunes. Instead of mandolins or acoustic guitars, the stage was filled with four different electric guitars, drums, electric basses, a tiny horn (I swear) and a slick harmonica. I felt like a bit of an interloper as I settled in amid a crowd that seemed to be entirely composed of people ten to fifteen years older than me.

Monday, January 13, 2020 - 5:35pm

As the always-eccentric and never-homogenous fans at The Ark crowded into the venue, my friend and I wondered what this performance held in store for us. The Jill Jack Annual Birthday Bash had a relaxed energy that made it easy to converse with other audience members about the impending show — the couple in front of us loved Jill Jack so much that they had come to see her for the past three years.

Sunday, January 12, 2020 - 6:15pm

Jim Limber is at once a historical character and a contemporary vessel through which to make sense of a 21st century climate.

Tuesday, January 7, 2020 - 4:23pm

Over the years, returning home for break has seemed to feel more and more like returning to a state of limbo. At first, my homecoming felt like a return to form, or something familiar. I was only out of high school for a few months, and home still felt the way it should. But, after spending most of my time in Ann Arbor for the past three years, something about going back to my hometown feels slightly off. Either way, after a long fall semester, having two weeks to do nothing in particular sounded pretty nice.

Tuesday, December 10, 2019 - 11:54am

Like the audiences it is presented to, the show itself is changing and growing with the times. “Each iteration the work changes … constantly evolving as we evolve and as our world evolves,” Smith said.

Sunday, December 8, 2019 - 9:27pm
Natalie Kastner

Holiday movies sit with us so profoundly because its possibly one of our only formative experiences that does not betray us later in life. I know that the new Netflix Christmas movie is probably awful, but I still press play while I do my laundry because I know exactly how it will make me feel: warm and fuzzy.