A poet laureate spreads the word about art—and a notable First LadyBy Ed Goldmanhile she lives in Eliot, Maine, Tammi J. Truax is the poet laureate of Portsmouth, New Hampshire. But, she says, “I work in Portsmouth and when I leave my cottage, I...
Companies can waste a great deal of time and money—and doubtless, staples, paperclips and Ticonderoga Number 2 pencils—making bad hires.
It was reported recently in every conceivable news outlet, on all social media websites, via carrier puffins and by zombie Pony Express riders that Prince Harry—aka, the Duke or Duck of Sussex, depending on how badly you suffer from Anglophilia—has been hired by the Aspen Institute’s Commission on Information Disorder.
Michele Hillen-Noufer, founding executive director of the NorCal School of the Arts, tells me she loves what she’s doing so much that she doesn’t miss acting. I’m not sure acting doesn’t miss her, however. She had a dramatic range and projected an incandescent beauty on stage that were rare and compelling—never more in evidence (for me, anyway) than when she played the tragic Desdemona in a production of “Othello” at the Sacramento Theatre Company some years ago. A small, slender woman with the face and grace of a ballerina, she was all you watched—even in other shows that mandated she be a humble ensemble player.
In all likelihood, Professor Joyce Mikal-Flynn has been dead more times than you have.
Mikal-Flynn, 66, who died a little more than 30 years ago, has a new book in hard copy, e-book and audio formats due out April 27, “Anatomy of a Survivor: Building Resilience, Grit & Growth After Trauma.” It’s being published by Post Hill Press and distributed by Simon & Schuster corporation.
Tim Hemmen—a reverse-mortgage loan broker, longtime friend and even onetime student of mine at Sacramento State University—is mock-bemoaning a contract that got away from him.
The trouble with watching a film noir on Turner Classic Movies late at night is that it makes me want to go out and buy unfiltered cigarettes, whiskey and a Fedora. Not only that, but also smoke, drink and wear them, in that order.
The third only causes hat-hair, which looks worse on me than even hatless hair. But how deadly could the first two be?
“Cancer messed with the wrong lady,” says Jennifer Stolo, the kinetic president and chief executive officer of the Make-A-Wish branches of Northeastern and Central California, as well as Northern Nevada.
Rush Limbaugh had yet to become RUSH LIMBAUGH when I met, got to know and ultimately estranged him during his days here in Sacramento at KFBK radio in the 1980s.
Because I’ve had a career that’s allowed me to interview some boldface names—celebrities whose names just ache to be dropped by the likes of peons like us—I sometimes have to stop myself when someone mentions Mark Twain or John Barrymore from blurting out, “Oh, yeah, I’ve met them!”
