Posts by Melanie Maar

Tom had to lie down on his kitchen floor in the tiny box apartment- his medicines are wearing off. His body is becoming more immobile by the minute. His mouth and hands are tremoring, his limbs are rigid. He can’t get up. Can’t lie down any longer either. It’s a struggle for survival. The sense…

The dance unfolded for me from a very young age. My father’s Parkinson’s Disease seemed ever present. I don’t remember a time without it. In my childhood, the realization and experience of the emotional challenge of his condition was preceded by an intensely inquisitive period, where symptoms in his body became visible and captured my…