Sarah Gladstone

"No! Come back! I just want to love you!"

The success of the Oscars relies on the efforts of many key people.

Losers rule, popular kids drool. In the long run at least.

As Americans we have fallen prey to a particular "look" —namely white and thin—and suffer from an inability to shatter it. The result? A backhanded compliment of the hybrid variety: “You’re pretty . . . for a black girl.”

The acknowledgment of Lupita’s elegance begins a process to alleviate any future need to add "for a . . . " to the end of “You’re beautiful.”

I didn’t realize I could like girls and boys. I didn’t have to choose, and one didn’t cancel out the other. Around the same time I attended my first GSA meeting, I did wonder, maybe I’m not straight? Maybe I’m gay?

We’ve come a long way since the duo-chromatic days of black and white TV.

It’s that lovely spring floral and festival season and we are officially in a perfect Goldie Locks type weather situation: not too hot, not too cold, but just the right climate for biking. So which towns have the best bikeability?

So, you missed a few (or all) of the Oscar nominated movies this year. It's OK.

Last we checked, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo was not Native American.