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High-speed accidents, crooked lawyers, and poor people desperate for cash--it was the kind of scheme that could have been cooked up only in the Big Easy.

It's not that I was embarrassed by Hugh or that I thought someone better might come along. I just shudder when I hear a man say the words "my husband."

The screenwriter's latest film, "The Christophers," stars Ian McKellen as a lapsed artist. While gallery-hopping, Solomon reflects on his relationship with his mother, who recently put down her own paintbrush.

Polymath from Königsberg: four letters.

Major League Baseball, in the hope of expanding the game's appeal and reaching younger fans, bought a stake in the popular media company Jomboy. Is it working?

"Oh, not another story about me," she cried. "Another book about how I was the world's worst mother. I wish you could find something else to write about."

The author reads his story from the April 20, 2026, issue of the magazine.

Sophy Romvari's first feature, "Blue Heron," brings keen observation and wondrous imagination to the quasi-autobiographical story of growing up with a brother in crisis, Richard Brody writes.

Can you make a longer word with each new letter?

The author discusses his story "A Private View."