On The Cover: Quai Perry
“People act shocked when I say I’m Native American,” says Indigenous artist Quai Perry. “When you say ‘Native American,’ most people think about the Western Tribes. They think we – […]
“People act shocked when I say I’m Native American,” says Indigenous artist Quai Perry. “When you say ‘Native American,’ most people think about the Western Tribes. They think we – […]
While there were plenty of surprises on the national front, election results in Rhode Island held little drama or surprise. To the extent there are unanticipated results, they are in […]
“If you change your mind, be the first in line”…for the 25th Anniversary Tour of MAMMA MIA!, coming to PPAC next week, November 12 – 17. MAMMA MIA! is the […]
Preface (2024) Looking back on my essay after 24 years, finishing this preface the day before Election Day in 2024, I am struck both by how prescient my original thoughts […]
Peri DeLorenzo (fiddle), Mark Dobbyn (guitar), and Erin Lobb Mason (upright bass) are Rhode Island based acoustic trio “The Whelks”, whose three-part singing is inspired by classic American harmony groups […]
Wanda Hopkins is a citizen of the Narragansett Indian Tribal Nation, mother of three adult children and grandmother of three. She has served in Tribal Government and has ministered at […]
During Taquônk, Autumn, we reflect on the harvest of corn, beans, squash, and pumpkins while contemplating food sovereignty – the right to access healthy foods tied to culture and community. […]
The year is 1989, and I am perched on the floor of my grandparent’s parlor. Around the room, I am surrounded by an intergenerational assemblage of relatives and friends. A […]
There are a lot of problems with being a Native American in Rhode Island. For one thing, there are buildings I can’t enter because my headdress keeps getting tangled up […]
ince time immemorial, we have looked to the moon and turtle to aid in our telling of time and the seasons(1). Taqôk, or autumn, is one of the most important […]
EvErybody has a heartache — This silence in the noise of the terminal is a mountain of bison skulls. Nobody knows, nobody sees — Unless the indigenous are dancing powwow all decked […]