Everbody Knows . . . Elizabeth Murray premiered at the Tribeca Film Festival's closing weekend. Even as the artist Elizabeth Murray was making news, i...
Jacob Bernstein's HBO documentary about his mother, Nora Ephron, proves the inside-the-box life is not worth living, as it gives you little material to work with. Probably the most famous Ephron line is "I'll have what she's having." It also sums up how many of us feel about Ephron. I'll have what she's having: the ambition, the wit, the genre-crossing, the credits, the confidence, the recipes, the large and talented circle of friends.
The patron saint of smart New York women, Nora Ephron is sorely missed. We have not seen her like since 2012 when she died at age 71 of pneumonia and ...
Romantic films promote the idea that there is someone for everyone, and I wholeheartedly agree with this sentiment. However, there are a lot of messages to be found in even some of my very favorite movies that are much, much less appealing.
I was reading an article on Louise Cady-Fernandes' blog, Lines of Beauty, about this week's fascinating TIME magazine piece, Nip. Tuck. Or Else: Why You'll be Getting Cosmetic Procedures Even If You Don't Really Want To. Everything from the cover photo to the subtitle had all my jingly flesh up in arms.
On July 21, 1989, 26 years ago today, Nora Ephron brought us 'When Harry Met Sally' and everyone spilled out of the theater, electrified. Nora had just created the first modern romantic comedy that had us talking about the most famous 'orgasm' in cinema history. I still mourn that trademark 'Nora Ephron sparkle.'
Almost exactly three years ago, I read that Nora Ephron died. I had just moved the farthest I'd ever been from my family and friends, and started law school a few weeks earlier. Life was changing, but I always expected Nora to be there to explain the changes and all that goes along with them.
A great and giving storyteller, Lee's engagement should be a music fest, yes, but also anecdote-laden treat, with some tasty Broadway legend tidbits.
Snowbound in the Big Apple? Try a bite of your favorite Warren Beatty flicks. Get out your DVD collection or surf Netflix. Here are mine. Agree or disagree. What are yours?
In finding my own personal style and aesthetic, I have picked up a couple tips and borrowed looks from a few ladies along the way. In coming into my own, I have learned through imitation (both subtle and not).
One of my earliest memories is watching my mother apply her makeup. If I was lucky, she let me try some. She called it "putting on my face." What a perfect description of what so many of us feel compelled to do every morning.
If you think your office job is rough, know this: Tina worked the front desk at a YMCA after being turned down for jobs at a Ruby Tuesday and a theater box-office.
Unlike Nora Ephron, Maya Angelou and I have nothing in common. When I read I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, it did not offer me identification as Heartburn had, it offered me access -- vivid, scary, and profound access -- to a place I had never been before.
Today is the 9th anniversary of the launch of The Huffington Post. There is so much to celebrate, so much that has exceeded my wildest dreams -- no, back in 2005, I wasn't dreaming of more than 90 million unique visitors a month, more than 60 verticals, more than 50,000 bloggers, more than 300 million comments, or double-digit international editions, a game-changing live streaming network, and a wall-full of awards. Looking back, however, there are a number of things that I know now that I wish I'd known then. To mark our 9th anniversary, here are 9 of them...
Thank God for Nora Ephron. Before she came along, the primary role model for a smart, wise-cracking female writer was Dorothy Parker, known both her sharp wit and her unenviable life. (After too much drinking and too many bad relationships; she died a famous but unhappy woman.)
Has the entertainment industry given up on the romance of Manhattan? Did it flee the country with Woody or migrate to Brooklyn with Lena Dunham? Are we destined to be portrayed as an urban wild west, ducking gunfire instead of drinking Cosmos?