We dreamed of starting a family when we could, and getting married as soon as it became legal.
But marriage is still illegal in California, and because of that, Tom's parents -- who were opposed to him being gay and opposed to our relationship as a result -- had all the legal rights, and I had none.
Stephen H. Warner was killed in an ambush near the Laotian border on February 14, 1971. He didn't have to be there. He wasn't supposed to be killed.
You don't have to don the literary equivalent of a Tom Wolfe suit to be published or pretend you're a man, with a man's concerns and a man's voice, to get attention? My mind was officially blown.
Since watching Hemingway & Gellhorn a few weeks back I've been spending much of my free time absorbed in this piece of history and personality I'd never heard of before.
To be honest, I suspect my hands would still shake if I did it again today. I still might think: Who am I to be writing to her? I'm still not brave in the way I imagine her to be, but these days I usually put the letter in the mailbox in the end. And Nora Ephron gets some credit for that.
Balance is something that Billy Siegenfeld knows inside out. In his Jump Rhythm Technique, and in the art of Jump Rhythm Jazz Project, he explores where balance comes from and what it's made of, where to find it and how to use it.
She said it all. Or most of it all. And what she didn't say or write we will never again hear. At least not the way Nora would have said it or written it.
In Stella Days, Martin Sheen gives a magnificent performance as Father Barry, a progressive priest whose wisdom and passion for cinema inspire those around him.
Deftly bringing both the edgy past and cleaned-up present together with humor and heart, Nancy Savoca's new movie, Union Square, features a stunning performance by Mira Sorvino.
Liam Gillick's tongue-in-cheek show at Casey Kaplan attests to an exciting career in transition: room to grow, fluid self-criticality, and an evolving stance on the source of meaning in art.
Nora Ephron was never really a celebrity to me so much as she was a dream weaver. I grew up watching her films in my living room. They fed my youthful appetites for romance and humor. Most of all, these films shaped my dreams of love.
LP isn't just a singer/songwriter -- she's a true artist and by the time you finish reading and watching this, she'll already be too big for this post.
The Newsroom is a paint-by-numbers Sorkin effort, given a frisson of media interest and buzz only because the workplace this time is the media itself. Nothing gets us going like someone we don't like preaching to us about our shortcomings.
Her writing was flip and deep. She thought about things, everyday things, and then wrote about them in the most approachable way. Like "Come on girls, we see this thing alike, don't we?"
Alice Cooper is an American treasure and he knows it. Once the viscous, drunken villain of rock and roll and a threat to the very decency of our moral foundation, he has transformed into the clean and sober fist-pumping defiant champion of our hearts.
As much as I trusted her, my mother's constant companion from my earliest years through my young teens, Nora seemed always, inexplicably, to trust me too.
Okay, so I'm a royalist. I admit it. Simply put, I love tradition, and nowhere else in the world can you find such pageantry and history and tradition as in London.
What really separates us from the rest of the animal world? Storytelling is as old as we are and will last longer than any mere technology used to enhance it.
Nerd Haiku celebrates everything that nerds hold dear: from comic books to summer blockbusters to fast-acting asthma medications. And maybe it will serve as a bridge, a bifrost if you will, inviting others into the warm and welcoming folds of our invisibility cloaks.
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