Sarah Gladstone

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

This is the funniest movie about abortion that you will probably ever see.

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.”

Leave it to parents to teach us all those pesky lessons in life, like some things are worth more than cookies and swimming pools. (Impossible.)

A week of Instagram-able moments centers around the booming network of the millennial population.

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

Even if those muscles remain mostly unflexed, there is a potential violence that’s present in the flash of a badge or the barrel of a gun.

In our youth-obsessed society, the elderly are nearly invisible, hovering near the edges of existence.

No one wants to have to say, “Shalom! I’m a child of Israel, and you are . . . ?”

Why are women so content with being a cold, distant, light-stealing stone?