It’s not easy being the psychedelic sheep of the family–especially during the family-oriented, conformist-rewarding celebration of Christmas. How to cope? Right now, I’m having what I’ll consider the best part of the family holiday. Yesterday I flew from the Midwest to my sister’s house in Seattle, where our family’s psychedelic sheep have gathered together. I’m in town for their dance company’s production of a heavy metal parody of “The Nutcracker.” We’ll eat crab legs and stay up too late and... Read more