I spent some time in New York City this weekend, and at some point between pushing past slow tourists and instinctively dodging comedy show promoters, I couldn’t help thinking about the oddness of city life and the East coast in general. Having grown up in New Jersey and spending plenty of time in New York, I usually follow the unspoken rule of, well, not speaking.
Continue reading → Trusting My New Jersey Gut in New York City
The Beatles were born into The Blues. Their early work is washed in the tinted tones of human suffering and a wailing against a natural born plot in life. When I recently watched the 1988 documentary — Imagine: John Lennon — I was provided us an intimate look into the making of John’s Imagine album, and I was struck by the kindness John and Yoko gave to a Stranger discovered living in a garden on their English estate.
Continue reading → Stranger in the Garden: The Sad Kindness of John and Yoko
Salma Hayek is the world’s best mother. She breastfed a starving African baby and then felt a pang of guilt worrying if she had betrayed her own baby.
by Janet Hanna
As you stepped from the train,
your dress billowed out
in the underdraft
Your arms were bare
and white
against the dark
background of the coach
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