It's one thing to meet a great artist. I've been lucky enough to meet, and interview, quite a few considerable artists, and a handful I would probably describe as great. But it doesn't happen all that often in a life that you meet a great human being.
One 16 year old and a set of twins coming up fast on their 13th birthday: They want freedom, they earn some money and they don't want to be with me all the time. I'm on the back nine of my kids being kids.
I should be living in the real world of romance after divorce, where relationships irreparably fall apart and loving someone new isn't such a sure thing. Watching these movies has become such a part of my past at this point, clinging to them now feels a bit desperate.
I noticed all the spines of books littering my bedside table. It was as if my subconscious had been amassing the required reading list for "Marriage in your 40s."
Humor is gentle on our hearts. Nora Ephron was a pro at this. She raised us up on a magic carpet for our souls to journey through tears and laughter. Nora elevated our perspective by lifting up our broken hearts to a place where we could be heroes.
At the time, I was smack dab in the middle of that big chunk. I wasn't Jenny, preschool teacher. Or Jenny, mother of four. I was Jenny, who was divorced.
If you had told me when I was 25 that at 50 I would be divorced and raising a daughter on my own I would have looked at you like you were nuts.
Glancing at the shows nominated for Best Musical for this year's Tony Awards, it is easy to mistake the list as being a Hollywood box office report.
Courtney P. Vance couldn't get over it. He was presenting a Theatre World Award to Tom Hanks, not only a two-time Oscar winner and beloved star of man...
So, how did I get the best seat in the house, an upper box hanging over the front of the stage? Just lucky, I guess.
To honor female filmmakers everywhere who are slowly but surely carving out a name for themselves in the film world, here's a list of the top 10 female directors who refuse to believe Hollywood is a man's world.
From the hairless pates of medieval monks to long-haired hippies to Hip-Hop cornrows, hair has always been as much on our minds as on our heads.
In the heyday of New York's tabloid journalism, when newsrooms were boys' clubs and you could smoke and swear with impunity, the best reporters were on a mission to right wrongs. For these power-to-the-people crusaders, the 1980s and '90s were a hellava time.
For the past ten years I have been hosting a cable television show, The Drexel InterView, widely distributed throughout local PBS and community-access...
It's a play that grabs you by the throat, makes you laugh and cry, holds you transfixed for two hours, paralyzes you with excitement from start to finish, and leaves you cheering. I can think of no stronger motivation for getting off your duff and into the traffic to get an exclusive glimpse of what the theater is like when plays percolate and sizzle and hold your heart captive at the same time.
I was glad to hear that Ephron left behind a new play called Lucky Guy, which opened this week in New York. And I was even more fascinated to hear that it's about Mike McAlary, the late columnist for the New York Daily News. It meant that we would have had at least one thing to talk about.