I remember my first LGBT Pride March; it was NYC in 1984. That June, I was living in Chelsea -- not paying rent, just living there with my boyfriend on his working dime. He was 39, about to turn 40, and I was 19.
Paris holds a dear place in our hearts. Our first trip to the City of Lights held sentimental value with a proposal four years ago. We didn't feel like waiting another year to celebrate a five year milestone.
Truly well-written and thought-provoking plays are hard to come by, but Theater 167's presentation of J. Stephen Brantley's Pirira, which I caught at its recent extended run at the West End Theater, comes pretty close to being as transcendental as any that I have seen in the past few years.
Over the past few weeks, renowned British street artist Banksy has taken New York City by storm, leaving a trail of spray paint in his wake. But graffiti is nothing new here: The city has long acted as a blank canvas to artists.
Too much homework is a problem, and the fast-approaching Common Core State Standards will probably make that situation worse. But there exist bigger problems in this world, too, and these overarching problems are not unrelated to who's doing how much homework.