March 14, 1998 |
I have always had a love affair with the movies. I remember my mom and dad taking us and some of the neighborhood kids to the Saturday matinee on rainy days. There I was, second row, Sound of Music, imagining I was Maria in the mountains of Austria, singing and falling in love with Captain Von Trapp. In my adult life, this passion for the movies continues. Even after my husband and I had two babies within a year and a half, I wanted to get to the movies more than ever. For me, it was like a mini-vacation or like traveling to another country.
February 11, 1990 |
Heather Moriarty, a sophomore at Archbishop Wood High School for Girls, was sitting in the back of the school's auditorium when she raised her hand to ask a question. "What are the guys going to wear as uniforms?" asked Moriarty, 15, crisp in her Kelly-green sweater and anklets and green-and-white plaid skirt. The crowd of about 750 freshmen, sophomores, juniors and seniors erupted in applause. "If we have to wear uniforms, then the guys have to wear uniforms," Moriarty said after the assembly.
November 15, 1986 |
Things have been happening lately, things that trouble me. There was, for example, that camping trip a month back. Seven children and five adults went along. One of the girls nagged her mother too much. Two of the boys - one my own - tended to, well, dawdle when it was time to gather firewood. But, and here's the point, they were nice kids, nice to each other, nice to us old coots, nice to be around. It was even possible to imagine them trying to learn in school, not mouthing off to store clerks and passing up a chance to mug the lame and the halt.
October 12, 1989 |
Why do I get the feeling that Michael Frayn wrote "Clouds" at gunpoint? Whatever else could have convinced this prolific Englishman, who churns out plays like Luxembourg begets postage stamps, to concoct this wounded grouse of a comedy about three nattering journalists, each more somniferous than the other, combining their resources on a junket to the piggeries and experimental fertilizer plants of remote Castro Cuba? In any case, Frayn's play - the opening salvo of Gregory Poggi's farewell season at the helm of the Philadelphia Drama Guild - hit the fan last night at the Zellerbach.
March 26, 2007
RE CHRISTINE FLOWERS' op-ed on "The Vagina Monologues": Maybe what these girls need to know (and shamefully haven't been told) is that as a society we are trying to elevate ourselves (did they call it empowerment?) ABOVE the level of a cocker spaniel rutting in the streets. After having given birth to three wonderful boys, I finally realized how neglectful I'd been about the power of my vagina. Because what I really needed was some 16-year-old, barely through puberty, to make me aware of my body parts.
February 27, 2012
IN THE 1997 Jack Nicholson/Helen Hunt Oscar-nominated film "As Good as It Gets," Nicholson's character - in a group therapy session - asks, fittingly, "What if this is as good as it gets?" When it comes to leadership in Harrisburg, where everyone is or should be in therapy, the same question ia appropriate. And, if this is as good as it gets, Pennsylvania needs a political lobotomy. Anyone looking at anything connected to the Capitol these days would condone radical response: if not surgery, certainly torches and pitchforks.
November 2, 1997 |
Take a left at the Indiana Baseball Hall of Fame, drive up the hill about a half mile and you're at the childhood home of Phillies third baseman Scott Rolen. In accordance with state law, there's a basketball hoop over the driveway. Parked nearby is the van, attached to a mobile home in which Ed and Linda Rolen logged 20,000 miles this summer following their youngest son around the country. Walk up the driveway, the site of stickball and one-on-one games that are local legend, and you'll see an antenna rising like a praying mantis off the roof.
September 29, 1986 |
There must be something about the surname Tell that ensures accuracy. William concentrated his efforts on shooting arrows through apples. Now, Ed flicks footballs that cannot help but find receivers. All a person needed to do was look at the statistics yesterday to tell that Monsignor Bonner's senior quarterback had slapped together an effective passing performance in a 14-0 Catholic South victory over visiting St. John Neumann. Twelve completions, 15 attempts, 160 yards, zero interceptions.
April 30, 2004 |
Their emotions spilled out as tears and as anger, and as disbelief that the lives of their loved ones could be tallied up in this way. For Joleen Bigelow, 24, a widow and mother, the tears flowed from the moment she walked into the cramped union hall office yesterday to be briefed on the findings of the federal agency investigating the garage collapse that killed her husband. "I didn't think it could be this bad," Bigelow said, referring to the Occupational Safety and Health Administration report that cited contractors' missteps for the collapse of the Tropicana Casino and Resort garage.
May 10, 2011 |
Just because one stands tall atop the mound and the other crouches low behind the plate, don't assume the Ravert brothers' roles are completely defined. Joe also does some catching . . . of flak. "My brother [Ed] is my biggest critic," Joe said, smiling. "Well, him and my dad [also Ed]. He can be pretty demanding. Lets me know right where I stand. " Joe, a 6-2, 230-pound junior righthander at Malvern Prep, then told a story of a 2010 game against Penn Charter. "I missed with three straight pitches and he threw the ball back at me real hard," he said.