The last time I saw a piece by Sasha Waltz, she set the stage on fire. Literally. The preoccupations of that piece were apocalyptic compared to those of the whimsical Impromptus, set to a selection of Schubert's heavenly impromptus and art songs.
Here are five literary giants whose hearts were impaled by Cupid's arrow in the most brutal way. Rather than wallow in self-pity, these tortured scribes picked themselves up and stabbed Cupid right back -- with their pens.
Meryl Streep's recent speech pointed out the ridiculous fact that we still don't have an actual National Women's History Museum. The bill that would make it possible has been submitted every year for seven years.
Yes we all love the new social media. Type, for example, "public diplomacy" when you're on Twitter, and you'll get the latest on what twitterers are saying about the subject. But what's happening is not necessarily what's important.
This summer, I'm thinking Reading Lite. An iced drink, (make mine an Arnold Palmer). A cool breeze. A careful application of sunscreen. A thin book, so I can get through it and still grab some zzzs. Books like these.
Do we have the intestinal fortitude to live this marvelous nature out today, that part of us that lives beyond self-criticism, judgment, comparison and down-right making ourselves wrong for what we didn't achieve?