“Friend of mine runs sound at the Lone Star. This Garth guy played there. I went for a laugh. I...

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I did not think Obama would win. I liked him more than any candidate in my lifetime. Nevertheless, I thought,...

Here is yet another person who, like us, is starved for real-time contact with fellow humans, spilling over the brim,...

Our summer outings to Atlanta’s Piedmont Arts Festival glow now like calm-before-the-storm moments: Mom resplendent in bell bottoms and gauzy...

My last memory of my dad is of him playing guitar at my seventh birthday party, leading my friends and...

Having raised a digital native, I’ve long since realized how music consumption now resembles the pre-album era: once again, it’s...

I am a performer. Under the right circumstances, i.e. a stage of any kind, some quirk in my chemistry transforms...

I spotted her dad during their set, hanging out, embracing audience members, grinning wide. But he was so skinny. Fragile....

My main job from 1998 until 2002 was caring for my son while his mother worked. Anyone who knows me...

Despite the Ancestry.com data, I don’t feel any sense of familial kinship with Jefferson. DNA and data are not destiny,...

To be a performer, and, arguably, any kind of artist, one must be unconcerned with so-called “social norms.” Generally, preschoolers...

The sweet stream across the street threatens to engulf you and your loved ones. That nagging cough could actually asphyxiate...

The Friar Tuck was down-at-the-heels glitz, with Borscht Belt echoes; gaudy chandeliers, creaky folding chairs, ancient cigarette smell. The 2000-capacity...

My grandmother’sacceptance of Sam Lucchese’s proposal did not significantly alter her worldview, but her union with that particular man delivered...

The seeds of the “Platinum Age of Television” – in which we, as a culture, now reside – are all...

I hop out into the chill and lean against my car to watch the eagle. It’s then I notice a...

1980 was the wake-up call. Reagan. Thatcher. Crack. War on brown people. But I was a teenager. In my extreme...

In the early Phoenicia years, when enthusing to my kid about some backyard flora I was getting to know, they...

Summer 2020 is coming. Spring 2020, in fact, has been unusually lush and beautiful. Or maybe we’ve all just been...