Along with the more expected fresh things that crop up come spring, like flowers and fashion, we're anticipating a number of happy returns on the cultural landscape. From the small screen to the printed page, here is our roundup.
New Orleans on Mardi Gras is like a kid hopped on Halloween candy. A good time is a guarantee, but is it worth it? Maybe not. Don't fret if you missed out on the Mardi Gras frenzy. Instead, plan a visit this spring for the equally exciting New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival
"My mother is Irish-American and my father is Afro-Panamanian, so it's kind of been the story of my life to be a bridge between different cultures and different styles, and musically, that's between jazz and R&B."
Music takes my breath away. That's not an expression. It actually takes my breath away. I've given it a direct line to my beating heart and when I hear a magical song, it feels like my chest is being cracked open -- ice cubes popped quickly out of a plastic freezer tray.
We were in the midst of dinner when Michael mentioned that among the very few material possessions he'd been able to grab before a wall of flames drove him and Martha out of their house was the documentary footage he'd shot 35 years ago of Fleetwood Mac's 1977 Japanese tour.
Four years ago was September 2008. George W. Bush was president and Wall Street giant Lehman Brothers was collapsing. It was a time of fear. It was a time of panic about the future. Recalling that anxiety is unsettling. But it's important for comparison sake.
Every one of us, man or woman, admires those who scrap convention and chart their own course. More than this, there are forty years of the feminist movement to consider. Have they served women's souls? Have they given women hope