Before Hispanic Heritage Month 2018 comes to a close, let me jump aboard with this declaration: I am half-Norwegian, one-quarter Scottish, one-quarter German ... and 100 percent Hispanic.
At the end of the summer, Nik announced that I would be arriving in New York City in time for the opening events for the Henry Street Playhouse as part of Nik's Henry Street Dance Company.
Mom could not know that her year of teaching dance at Macalester would prepare her for an international life, or that her future spouse was already a fan of the country south of the border......
And now, a little photography interlude with a zen garden not far from me in South Florida....
The big-name teacher that summer was Hanya Holm, one of the pioneers of modern dance who was in big demand as a choreographer on Broadway. I must have more than held my own during those intense four weeks because Alwin Nikolais, one of Hanya's instructors who everyone called Nik, asked me to join his company in New York City when I had completed my year of teaching at Macalester. I was going to the Big Apple!
Paul Taylor and my mother, Nancy Robb Amerson, were contemporaries, not only in age but also in having the passion of dance. She, too, danced in New York City before following her heart (and my dad) back to Minnesota, and, even taught dance while she was pregnant with me.
I am writing today as a daughter whose father, Robert C. Amerson, also served a mission to his country, a place organized around inspiring ideals, our best selves affirmed by principals worth defending, an America that is generous, welcoming, bold, resourceful, and secure because of our capacity to inspire others
In the days and weeks after the shooting, the survivors of the Parkland high school shooting organized a national movement demanding gun control.This summer, they reminded us that is an act of patriotism and crossed the country in a Voter Registration Drive.
We disembarked at the port of Toulon under a deep blue sky against which threw the white stone buildings and exotic palm trees in high relief....
The sun set as we left Civitavecchia en route to Monaco, where we learned that it is impossible to have a big enough boat.