A few months ago, filmmakers came to my workplace and interviewed me at length about four contemporary legends for a new documentary. That documentary promises to be an entertaining, informative and slightly creepy look at fear, crime and storytelling in the 20th century.
Suddenly, there was this sound I'd never heard before that utterly shattered me. Everything and everyone but Domingo went dark. I was raptured, and I knew right then and there, "I am going to be an opera star!"
Over 20 years ago, Mary Jane Blige stepped into the music business with distinction. Armed with gritty soulful vocals, honey blonde hair, street edge swag and a new blending of R&B/Soul infused with hip hop, Mary created a new path in music history.
The before of my mother's story isn't always clear, but I can vouch for the after. There was my mother, who begins a story about a man without shoes or a little girl bound for another life, and I listen because somewhere in these legends is my legacy.
Two Armstrongs, two heroes. Both had dreams that others thought were impossible. Both faced negative odds that most would not bet against. Both tilted at windmills... but with diametrically opposite outcomes.
Kidney theft is a venerable urban legend. The origins of urban legends are notoriously difficult to identify but in the case of kidney (or other organ) theft, the rumors seem to have preceded the real-life cases by some years.
I was intrigued by Symmetry Theatre's claim that fewer good roles are written for women, I found myself wondering if people might not be aware of the variety of plays that do indeed have meaty roles for female characters.