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The new mayor's plans require funding. How will he get it?

The Oscar nominee, who plays a hoodoo healer in "Sinners," stops at a Brooklyn apothecary and reflects on pregnancy, learning Yoruba, and blessing Michael B. Jordan's bag.

It's so important to care about your health, and you're so clever to check!

Can you make a longer word with each new letter?

The Trump Administration has decided that it need not make a case for military action. In the current media environment, that approach makes a disturbing kind of sense.

Physiologist Pavlov or author Turgenev: four letters.

Is the U.S. repeating the mistakes of the invasion of Iraq?

Maggie Gyllenhaal's imaginative adaptation of the Frankenstein story, starring Jessie Buckley and Christian Bale, leaves its premise and its principles undeveloped.

From the daily newsletter: Democrats have not won a statewide race in Texas in more than thirty years, but last night James Talarico emerged as the next great hope.

The opera director--whose Met début, "Tristan und Isolde," premières next week--discusses a few of his influences.