At the conclusion of Julie Jensen’s wrenching, two-person play Two-Headed on Sunday afternoon at the Rose Wagner, my companion wept while describing the scars an event like the massacre at Mountain Meadow can leave on people’s souls; this writer pondered plural marriage and how it was so vividly portrayed here — not as sisterhood is
History, as nearly no one seems to know, is not merely something to be read. And it does not refer merely, or even principally, to the past. On the contrary, the great force of history comes from the fact that we carry it within us, are unconsciously controlled by it in many ways, and history
Branches sprawl in a convoluted tangle across the heavens of the set at the Women’s Project Theater. It’s quite an image for a show that exposes the confusing mess of a Mormon family tree in which a father marries his daughter’s best friend years before the daughter’s husband marries her half sister, who is the
