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Susan Slotnick Sandy -- what an innocuous name. It’s a fitting nomenclature for the lead in the movie Grease --...
Susan Slotnick graduated from SUNY New Paltz in 1969. She has been a featured columnist for over 40 years. Her long career has been as a painter, choreographer, teacher and recently she published a memoir entitled Flight: The Dance of Freedom. She is most well known for choreographing full-scale dance concerts for men in prison, which has produced two documentaries, awards and national articles.
Susan Slotnick Sandy -- what an innocuous name. It’s a fitting nomenclature for the lead in the movie Grease --...
Susan Slotnick On an intermittently lurching and crawling irritating bus ride into New York City, someone patted me on the...
Susan Slotnick There are certain subjects that haven’t crossed my mind in years; notably, I have given no thought whatsoever...
Susan Slotnick The film Peace, Love and Misunderstanding begins with an implausible plot line and never recovers. Uptight, judgmental conservative...
“Promises are the uniquely human way of ordering the future, making it predictable and reliable to the extent that this...
It’s the droning boring recitation of testimony in court cases that is the perfect accompaniment for me to oil paint...
Yesterday I spent the entire day, from 10 a.m. to 8 p.m., listening to teenagers relate to each other. “Relate”...
Black History Month gives us the opportunity to celebrate the stellar contributions African-Americans have made to American culture -- in...
Without the murmur of a topic to write about, I went snooping around the Occupy New Paltz site last Wednesday...
A tree by any other name...is still a Christmas tree. We can rename it a holiday tree, but we all...
Fifteen years ago I had the opportunity to participate in a peace-and-justice mission hosted by the Catholic Church. Several artists,...
I thought Mayor Jason West was crying, but that’s only because I was. “Allergies are awful this year,” he said....
You are not alone I am here with you Though you're far away I am here to stay You are...
At the end of summer, I met a man at a community party pig roast. I might not have noticed...
“I cried because I had no shoes, then I met a man who had no feet” -- Conventional wisdom ...
Of all the columns I have written for this paper, none garnered as much response as the column I...
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