Laura Coates, author of Just Pursuits, touches the heart as few other writers can. Her stories are not filled with anger or pity but with empathy for those caught in the legal-system web, both as victims and perpetrators.
This is not the Ukraine, 2022. This is again Czechoslovakia,1968. It is a seminal year for all events: social, cultural and political, worldwide. The world is watching… hoping and holding its breath, for the outcome to be revealed. Can this ragtag group of dreamers overcome the odds—will support come from people and governments around the globe?
Watching and listening to a re-showing of the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band 50th Anniversary performance, the words from their closing number Mr. Bojangles resonated with me.
In her article, The Quality of Judgment, Annie Searle takes a calculated risk in her discourse on judgement that might apply to health and safety, operational, political, regulatory, and the natural risk environment.
Just in time for Valentine’s Day…How many times can your heart get broken? This question is asked by fifteen-year-old Cookie Colangelo in The Heart of Yonkers.
When Elisa Lewis began the Maple Valley Youth Symphony Orchestra, it was to give young musicians a chance to perform repertoire written for orchestras and smaller ensembles. Although her college degree was in recreational therapy, she had thoroughly enjoyed playing a musical instrument throughout her school-age years, and she wanted to provide the next generation of students with the same opportunity.
An interview with David Heath, author of Longshot, reveals that government, business and many researchers doubted the science that made the COVID vaccine possible.
Laura June Kenney’s “Fleeing the Fates of the Little Rascals” is a charming memoir, in earnest, that omits the day-to-day, nitty gritty reality of being a child actor.
Neither of my parents was musically inclined. My mother could not sing, but rather spoke the lyrics to a few songs; while my father, who took violin lessons as a young child, would often croon along with a tune coming from the wooden box in the corner of the living room.