Preaching to the choir on Facebook: Been there, done that, finished.

Preaching to the choir on Facebook: Been there, done that, finished.

Recently on Facebook I shared a researched-based article asserting that bullying is on the rise in Trump Country (“Virginia Study Finds Increased School Bullying In Areas That Voted For Trump,” by Clare Lombardo for NPR). This is a topic I care strongly about, having weathered the teenage ritual of peer-pressure bullying. (Mom said, “it will make you stronger and more…

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The Boulevard is Not That Bad

The Boulevard is Not That Bad

I was ready to log out of Facebook, with a vow to shake that social-media-monkey off my back for the rest of the day and get some real work done. And then I saw a post about a new video directed by filmmaker Max Weiland, cut to one of Elton John’s classic songs: "Tiny Dancer." It’s a lusciously filmed, finely…

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Thanks to You, Mary Tyler Moore, I’m Gonna Make it After All

Thanks to You, Mary Tyler Moore, I’m Gonna Make it After All

I was 13 years old, gawky, zitty, unpopular, and academically mediocre. Unlike many of the girls in my class, I didn’t have a boyfriend. Mary Richards was 30-ish, beautiful, accomplished, and smart. And unlike many of the female characters on TV at that time, she didn’t have a boyfriend. And that made me feel SO MUCH better! When the Mary…

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Larry Storch: My Corporal Crush, in the Land of Fort Courage

Larry Storch: My Corporal Crush, in the Land of Fort Courage

I gave up trying to explain the appeal of my “crush objects” long ago. My fantasy figures, be they flesh-and-blood or fictional characters, have always been quirky types that never fit the traditional tall, dark, handsome, all-star, man-of-means mold. Such was the case with one of my earliest heartthrobs: Larry Storch. I’ve been in love with the guy from the…

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Come Together, Beatles: Here’s a Check for Three Grand

Come Together, Beatles: Here’s a Check for Three Grand

April 24, 1976, marked the last evening that Paul McCartney would spend with John Lennon. That night, Paul and his wife Linda dropped in on John and Yoko, unannounced, and the two former Beatles spent a few hours together in the Lennons' apartment in the monolithic Dakota Building in Manhattan's Upper West Side. Don't you just wonder what the Fab Two engaged in on that Saturday evening? Did they take turns bouncing 6-month-old Baby Sean on their knees? Nosh on a jar of Yoko's expensive caviar? Play "Bohemian Rhapsody" on John's turntable, hoping that Ms. Ono wouldn't screech "scaramouche, scaramouche" along with Freddie Mercury? Well, as it turns out, they sat in the Lennons' living room and watched Saturday Night Live! Imagine their surprise when SNL producer Lorne Michaels appeared on their TV screen, announcing an offer to pay the Beatles $3,000 to come together and perform three songs on his show!

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