One best-selling male author writes books about a neutered man; another about a stallion near a mare in perpetual heat. When I see the kind of books that women read, I feel embarrassed for my gender.
Dan Rottenberg mocked me for abandoning his stimulating streets of Philadelphia for the storm-ravaged coast of New Jersey. Hey, each of us cherishes a different version of the American dream.
To every life comes a moment of truth. Mine arrived Monday as Hurricane Sandy approached Cape May, where my family had summered for more than a century. Should I flee or should I stay?
Diana, the obsessively grieving mother in Next to Normal, has more than her share of hangups. But she's far less dangerous than the “normal” relatives and mental health professionals who attend her.
Stan Sperlak's Cape May County pastels almost make you believe there's no difference between southern Jersey and southern France. Almost, but not quite.
Island prisons like Robben Island and Guantánamo share one notable characteristic: They never solve the problems that created them.
Where were you at the dawn of the gay liberation movement? Jon Marans's lyrical look back at the '50s made me ask that question for the first time.
Deep down, even a hard-assed nun is a woman, right? Which means she's a sexual creature. And if a charismatic priest doesn't pay attention to her, well”¦.
The Lantern's straightforward production of Romeo and Juliet got me thinking: What would become of these young lovers today, when instead of turning to a priest they could seek out Dr. Phil?
There's a hostile element in Terry Burrell's representation of Ethel Waters that doesn't quite ring true to the beatific soul I remember.