From as early as I can remember I could be found in the darkness of a movie theater with a fistful of malt balls in my hand, my bottom firmly planted on a seat somewhere in the middle row of the theater, and my legs dangling over the seat’s edge, barely skimming the floor, which was covered in chewing gum and a sticky coating of Coca Cola. Continue reading
But of all the years, of all the gin joints, you were the one that walked into my life last January, looking all innocent and hopeful. You sent me to Brazil for the first time, where I got to teach and that was an extraordinary experience I’ll never forget.
When Omar Sharif died earlier this summer, so did the fantasies of a 13-year-old girl who fell in love with him long ago, in the darkness of a movie theater, while downing chocolate malted-milk balls and buttered popcorn. Continue reading
This year we lost some fine talent who will be greatly missed. Which is why I’ve gathered some of them here for one final exchange of ideas or, as I prefer to call it, a meeting of the “tangled” minds (Thanks, Steve Allen, for the idea!). So here they are, in their own words. First up, Lauren Bacall. Continue reading
This has been the longest week ever. It’s the last week before Christmas and I swear it doesn’t want to end. Not only are kids everywhere counting the days until Santa comes down their chimney, but I’m waiting for my … Continue reading
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