Sam Interrante
Sam Interrante

Editorial Change Upcoming at tD

Having become thINKingDANCE editor-in-chief on Jan. 1, 2019, I write here with the news that I am stepping down from that role in the course of the next several months, as soon as a new leader for that position can be identified. Serving as tD editor-in-chief has been rewarding in many ways. While moving tD through recent social challenges was not on our radar screen when I stepped into the position, we’ve nonetheless brought in new writers and editors, taken a critical look at our website, restructured our leadership, and continued writing and publishing through times when no live performance was in sight. Yet, write we did. Look back over the site since the beginning of March, and you’ll see dozens of articles addressing the times we’ve been through.

I have been a tD writer and editor since the organization’s start in October 2011, when Anna Drozdowski and Lisa Kraus brought this remarkable dancing-writing-thinking collective into existence. I am grateful for the growth my tD work has spurred in my writing, thinking, editing, and exposure to dance, to performance, and to the Philadelphia arts community at large. I am moved also by the growth I have seen in other writers’ work over the course of their affiliations with thINKingDANCE.

Best wishes, tD and its community, as you move into the future. – Lynn

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