My Inheritance

After sitting at my father’s bedside and later standing in a crowded funeral line, I confronted a complicated truth: a man can be deeply good and deeply limited at the same time. In Revising My Inheritance, I reflect on faith, fear, belonging and the moral architecture of my childhood. This essay is about grief and about my decision to carry forward what steadied me while widening what once confined me.

The ideas expressed here emerge from my personal practice and long career in the arts. They are shared in my individual capacity and should not be understood as institutional positions or official statements unless explicitly stated.