The Call of the Library
Of all the good books I received as Christmas gifts this year, one has captured my heart: You Could Look It Up: The Reference Shelf
Of all the good books I received as Christmas gifts this year, one has captured my heart: You Could Look It Up: The Reference Shelf
That is not what I got with Arrival. Instead, this film, directed by Denis Villeneuve, manages to be riveting and meditative at once. Rather than
Ron and I happened upon a remarkable endeavor while visiting York last month, and I’m so glad we spotted the posters, plunked down our pounds
I first found out about the new Broadway musical Hamilton during a car ride across Michigan last November. The family was packed in the minivan
Now that I’ve turned 50 (on August 7), I have begun to reflect tentatively on mortality and legacy and all those things that hit you
We have arrived at that late-summer turning point when we take stock of what we have or have not accomplished since Memorial Day, back when
“There are no good choices.” I remember saying that to my mother three years ago when we hit the first major decision point in what
Director Ridley Scott had me at the thundering hooves. I should not have enjoyed the two-and-a-half hours I spent watching Exodus: Gods and Kings—there are
Yes, they really joust! None of this Renaissance Faire theatrical choreography crap: pfuh! This is the real deal. Sixteen beefy guys with a glint in
I have loved Roz Chast’s cartoons since one of my college friends introduced me back in the 1980s to Chast’s quietly twisted portrayals of ordinary