On the Arts: It’s Best to Take Those Lists With a Healthy Skepticism Sunday, September 02, 2001 By Rebecca Redshaw My friend Tom describes the spring of every year as his “tux season.” As a former head of… (READ MORE)
Hollywood Should Stick With What it Does Best — Entertain Sunday, November 04, 2001 By Rebecca Redshaw These are strange times. For years, the government has been lambasting Hollywood about the negative influence of movies and television on our… (READ MORE)
Oh, Journalist, Where Art Thou? Recently, I was appalled by more than one of our most noted news reporters… By Rebecca Redshaw The best part of being a playwright and author is that you get to make “stuff” up…. (READ MORE)
Ten Seconds I remember reading once that when faced with a life and death situation your whole life flashes in front of your eyes. It’s true. One moment I’m looking up at white puffy clouds that seem so close… (READ MORE)
Hannah’s Boy Dear Hannah, I’ve been thinking of you lately and can only imagine how curious you may be about your son, Charles. Whether it was yesterday or years ago, my memories of him are so vivid that I… (READ MORE)
A Decision Forever We’ve never met, but please read what I have to say. You see, I’m one of the few people, maybe the only person in the world that knows how you feel. If you read this letter… (READ MORE)
Nellie’s Story – The General Slocum Fire ……….I guess there’re not many people around that remember the General Slocum. Right after it happened, the fire was all anybody talked about. People that hadn’t been within ten miles of the… (READ MORE)
Mrs. “C” No one knows Billy Channing like I do. We’ve been married for forty-one years. For heaven’s sake, we can finish each others sentences. Fried chicken and mashed potatoes is our favorite dinner and blue is our favorite… (READ MORE)
Heavenly SnoBalls It all started with a snowball. Not the icy, slushy kind Jake squished together with mittened hands and stacked behind the snow fort when he was a kid. No, Jake lost his job as a grocery store… (READ MORE)
Teresa “Teresa,” her mother’s voice echoed off the school yard walls. “Teresa. Dinner time.” The ball rolled ’round the rim three times before falling off to the side. Terry clapped her hands in disgust. “Guess you blew the game,… (READ MORE)