He waved to the small crowd with his right hand, then his left, and seemed to be turning toward me as six quick shots peppered the president and those around him. The smile on Reagan's face disappeared as Parr reached for the president's left shoulder and shoved him forcefully down and toward the open back door of the presidential limousine.
Debbie Robins de La Bouillerie was a highly respected executive and culture expert with deep roots in the entertainment industry.
A few years ago on Yogi Berra's birthday, I tweeted out a birthday greeting with a link to a YouTube video of his career highlights. A British Twitter...
Perhaps Wayne will live on in life's simple joys, such as tender moments, stopped and savored with loved ones. In the deep peace of solitude; in fireplaces, steamy tea cups, good books, and thoughtful days.
The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat, Awakenings and The Mind's Eye may have been chock-full of medical facts, but they were just snapshots of Oliver Sacks' heart -- all poetic studies of human suffering and what gives life meaning.
Pastrami and wisdom. That was my first in-person encounter with Dr. Wayne Dyer. In April 2006, I had interviewed him by phone for my New York Times' column "Long Island at Worship" and our conversation had wandered into open spiritual water.
While death is frightening to many, I find it motivating in the sense I am no longer afraid to live and do things that I use to think twice about
If there's a special corner in heaven for pioneers, then room was made this weekend for an immaculately dressed new arrival. If you've enjoyed a cock...
Claire Martin departed from the newspaper last month, along with 18 other staffers who accepted a buyout offer. Martin was mostly a feature writer at The Post, and her obituaries received national acclaim. Her writing at The Post will be missed.
In remembering John Carroll, what is less talked about are the journalistic characteristics and personal beliefs that formed the basis of his philosophy. Call them Carroll's rules of the road -- rules that are challenged mightily by an Internet-driven society that provides every voice, no matter how dissonant or anonymous, with a megaphone.
There was never a time when Jean's Ritchie's voice wasn't part of my life. Growing up as I did in a folk music community, she was a constant influence. Best of all was Jean's own singing -- gentle, unassuming and beautiful, with that clear, high voice.
I don't pretend to have known John Nash. Once upon a time, though, when I was a graduate student in the English Department at Princeton University, I often saw him in a somewhat unlikely place.
I can't say anything more than others have about B.B. King. Except perhaps that my mother loved her "Blues Boy" more than any other musician in the world. They were both from Mississippi, for one thing. But there was a whole lot more to it than that.
Almost all of the audience stood and sang and cheered the entire time as if at a rock concert. And after, the musicians would retreat to eat and jam at villas into the early hours, hosted by Italians who opened their hearts as well as their homes.
As one of Dave Goldberg's friends put it, "Don't go back to life as it was. Pack more loving and more giving into it as Dave did and don't sweat the small stuff." And that is the truth we are left with at the end of this heartbreaking, yet soul-stirring day.
Anne Hathaway Shakespeare planned a great party for her husband William's 52nd birthday on April 23, 1616. She invited a bunch of his friends: Ben J...