For the bride and groom, weddings mark a beginning. But for their older guests, the joy is mingled with wistfulness about the passage of time. As someone about to celebrate 50 years since meeting her husband and a 48th anniversary, I am now sitting in the 'senior section' at wedding parties.
In 1781, Benjamin Franklin wrote a satirical letter, purporting to be a proposal for a subject for European scientists to study. Franklin, an amateur scientist himself, was making a snide point about what he considered to be rather frivolous research by the Europeans.
PUMAs, for those who have forgotten the 2008 Democratic primary race, were the supposedly-numerous Hillary Clinton supporters who refused to back Barack Obama. The name stood for "Party Unity My Ass!" which was also their rallying cry. This year, they may be replaced by the "Bernie Or Bust!" crowd, or (to coin a neologism) the BOBs.
In 1968 our country was in turmoil. And it was the year I grew a social conscience, thanks largely to my 25-year-old English teacher, Mr. Goggin. Mr. G. taught us there actually was a whole world outside of our little Newton, Mass. universe.
Can we all just take a deep breath? I'm speaking to many Democratic voters as well as the bulk of the mainstream media here, just to clarify. Because far too many seem to currently be going off the deep end. But from where I sit, this is an overreaction to a very short-term situation.
While there are similarities between the two campaigns - namely the underdog factor, an incendiary issue and the involvement of young voters - the McCarthy campaign of 1968 still claims a much more profound impact on electoral politics not only in its less-than-one-year existence but for generations that followed.
Trump is George Wallace on steroids. Cleveland resembles the Chicago of long ago. And the bottom line back then was Richard Nixon.
Half the struggle in documentary filmmaking is finding the right material. The other half is figuring out what to do with
The drama started in the middle of my job interview in Washington DC, the day after the assassination of Martin Luther King. I don't remember the substance of the interview, but I do remember someone bursting into the room, highly agitated, to us that mobs were on the streets.
For those of us who survived the battle for Hue City, this time of year holds a special meaning beyond the end of the first month of a new year. When we turn the page on our calendars from the end of January to the beginning of February, we do it with a shiver that has nothing to do with winter weather.
When you read the description of Best of Enemies, which had its world premiere this week in the U.S. Documentary competition at the 2015 Sundance Film Festival, "hilarious" is not the first word that springs to mind.
When I was born, it would've been inconceivable to imagine that we would be celebrating the birthday of a non-violent black civil rights leader as a national holiday. Or that we would have a biracial president. Yet we still live in a country riddled with prejudice and hatred of the 'other.'