thINKing DANCE is thrilled to invite a group of new writers into our midst. This summer we had the privilege of reviewing dozens of queries from some remarkable applicants—among them theater reviewers, dancemakers, poets, and professors. We would like to formally welcome the following writers to our ranks: 

Meredith Bove

Julius Ferraro

Sara Graybeal

Jenna Horton

Andrew Klein

Roxanne Lyst

Rhonda Moore 

Jay Oatis

Lauren Samblanet

Megan Stern

Zornitsa Stoyanova

Kat Sullivan

Karl Surkan
We are looking forward to seeing where they take this ongoing conversation about dance in Philadelphia (and beyond)…

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