If you could read only two pages of The New York Times, which would you choose? I would choose the front page and the obituary page. When I come home from a trip, I dash through the papers and scan those two pages. I have to know who, among my friends and acquaintances, kicked the bucket.
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It's been 35 years since my parents were together as a couple. It's odd for me to even refer to my father and my mother in some plural reference. However, life happens and unfolds in baffling ways.
Described in 1970 by Time magazine as the "Paul Revere of ecology," Barry Commoner followed Rachel Carson as America's most prominent modern environmentalist.
His message was simple and to the point: Love them or leave them, just don't destroy them.
I've since learned we all use different milestones to measure our progress -- birthdays, anniversaries, and when our parents creep up in age, they turn to the obituaries for a kind of affirmation.
In the history of humankind, only one person has a bio that includes "first on the moon": Neil Armstrong. And was he ever the right person for the job!
Not exactly fireworks but definitely a lot of sparkle. With the exception of some unanswered questions it generates during the film, I thought Sparkle was pretty good.
In a time when mainstream Hollywood seemed to make nothing other than franchises and fantasy tentpoles, Tony Scott continued churning out high-quality star-driven genre fare for adults. He is gone now, but his unexpectedly important legacy is not forgotten.
My blind date with David Rakoff was the best of my life. We became pals and co-conspirators in the cancer club.
Even though I hadn't seen Marvin for half a decade, he taught me the most important lessons an artist can learn: Give people what they want in a way you want to give it to them when they want it and don't spend forever making it "perfect."
It's painful to think about a loved one's eventual passing, but it's important to make the arrangements sooner rather than later.
I don't know why Nora took an interest in me. I like to think that maybe she saw her younger self in me.
Hollie Stevens, best known as "The Queen of Clown Porn," died on Tuesday, July 3, 2012 in San Francisco. She fell asleep peacefully while holding the hand of her husband, comedian and artist, Eric Cash.
We might say of LeRoy Neiman what they say about the Rocky Mountains: He was so big, so grand, so unpredictable that he made his own weather.
An ending to the ugliest of divorce battles combined with a tragic cancer tale.