Salimata, her husband Moussa, and their baby son, Ibrahim, fled violence in their home country of Ivory Coast. They arrived in Texas this year, seeking asylum in the United States. After a day at a shelter, they were put on a bus and dropped off in Washington, D.C. 1A producer Avery J.C. Kleinman talked to Salimata and Sue as part of a conversation on 1A about what's happening to migrants being bussed north.

Three weeks after finding out about each other, the women boarded a plane to Costa Rica for a getaway.

“Arts organizations that buy their buildings are the ones that are ensured permanent sustainability,” she said, pointing to Dance Place in Brookland as an example. “The trend in D.C. has been that arts organizations that rent their facilities typically eventually close.”

No, a sidewalk grate did not write this.

The closures are part of a decades-long trend exacerbated by the pandemic. Although many have triumphantly reopened their doors in recent weeks and months, jazz clubs were the hardest hit of all types of music venues, according to Audrey Fix Schaefer, the head of communications at the National Independent Venue Association.

You wouldn’t have known it was close to freezing looking at the exterior of the cavernous, warehouse-like concert venue Echostage on a recent Friday night. For every person bundled in a winter coat, someone else wore no jacket at all. Men in tank tops emblazoned with the logo of the electronic duo performing that night, Above & Beyond, wrapped their arms around glitter-faced women in fishnet stockings and booty shorts. The show was sold out, and the line snaked down Queens Chapel Road in Northe

You are not alone. That’s been the message on social media as more and more people have come forward to share their stories and experiences with sexual assault and abuse. The charge was ignited by Christine Blasey Ford’s testimony in front of the Senate Judiciary Committee. She told the committee that Supreme Court nominee Judge Brett Kavanaugh sexually assaulted her while she was in high school.

Have you ever read a novel that you felt misrepresented your culture? How did it feel?

Years ago, Justin Rood, the co-founder of one of D.C.’s most cherished nascent street celebrations, the Funk Parade, had a prophetic dream. “There was this rumble in the distance, and coming east down U Street there was a parade, and at the front the Grand Marshal was George Clinton and behind him was the Howard University Marching Band, and there were all these dancers,” Rood says. “As it came through the neighborhood, people came out of their houses to see what was going on, and they all join