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Two teary-eyed servers embraced. A sign was taped to the inside of the door, directing the remaining stragglers to exit out the side entrance. This door would never open to the same place again.
Love always wins. It may be denied for a time, but not forever. When it can’t flourish, it burns and breaks us. When love is allowed, it transforms, improves and heals. It makes us deeper, kinder, more caring people. When we love, we see beyond ourselves, and come to experience another person’s full humanity. When we recognize another person’s full humanity, we can see it in everyone else, too. The more love the better.
Months ago a friend handed me a little book entitled “Have A Little Faith,” written by Mitch Albom. Honestly, it sat on my shelf for a long time gathering dust. It’s not that I was uninterested; I was plowing through some dense reading material and figured that Albom’s book was a little too light for what I had my teeth sunk in at the time.
My grandmother told me about the Tree of Troubles.
The fast casual food of Zoe’s Kitchen is now available in Chandler.
Summer is here in all its brutality. Reptiles sun themselves and mammals seek shade. Life takes considerable effort now, as it does during an East Coast winter. Nighttime gives no respite.
Soft rock duo Air Supply have been a pop and adult contemporary chart phenomenon for decades. They are coming to Chandler’s Wild Horse Pass on Friday, June 20, for a night of big hits and love songs.
When my father Ira Fulton was just 12 years old, his father stood him in front of a mirror and said, “Ira, this is your competition. Don’t compare yourself to others; just compare yourself with you.” Years later, my father would repeat this scenario, but now he was the father and I was the mirror image.
There are some two million adopted children living in United States’ households today. These children arrive in their homes in a myriad of ways. Some are abandoned or surrendered to children’s services. Some have biological parents who are children themselves, and are in no condition to parent. Some have been conceived under horrific conditions: Incest, rape, or some other impossible situation. Some are from the States; some from overseas; some come out of foster care; some come from an adoption agency; and some come from out of nowhere, it seems. But most all have this in common: They are loved. The adoptive parents who receive these children want them, and they want to provide a loving home for them.
I have been honored with the opportunity to welcome each and every one of you to the graduation of the class of 2014. At the beginning of this school year, a group called POS MEGA united under one question: what makes a person great? Is it what one says that makes one great? Is it what one once did? Or what one believes and thinks? Or the ability to avoid failure?
There are some people who, quite frankly, are impossible to love. You can’t dig deep enough, can’t try hard enough, can’t believe enough, and can’t go far enough to make it happen. And I’m not talking about the likes of Adolf Hitler and Charles Manson, either. If only a few such sinister creatures existed, then the world could sing together one great chorus of “Kumbaya,” and move on to the Promised Land.
Abigail Stockwell’s Girl Scout troop was looking to launch an education-oriented project in March when the eighth grader saw a news item about Read On Mesa, a summer reading program that puts donated books into the hands of underprivileged kindergartners.
No matter how cliché it is, we, as high school students, have each faced a fork in the road, a point where we made a decision. This decision may have defined us or may have guided us. For me, running for senior class president was simply the easiest decision I made, the hard ones would come once school started and planning homecoming would become a discussion of themes, layouts, colors, centerpieces and decorations. As the president, my task was to be able to mediate a discussion that involved my opinion without favoring.
Well we did it. We’re here. We made it to graduation, guys. All that we’ve looked forward to or the past four years is finally coming to pass. Now we’re all going to go our separate ways and make our own marks on the world around us.
I have read, in letter to editor sections, of Arizonans frustrated with our quality of education. It can be improved, especially in the elementary school level, the formative years.
My youngest child, my daughter Annie, is moving home to Arizona after graduating from Stanford University this month and I’m thrilled she’s returning to be near us for at least a little while.
You’ve heard the saying, “Vote early and vote often.” That might be an old joke, but there’s a similar saying you should take very seriously — “Save early and save often.” Unfortunately, it’s a phrase not everyone knows or puts into practice.
Instead of stepping into someone’s shoes for the day, slide on the face of an ancient Aztec, traditional Japanese samurai or a mischievous-looking demon.
Grammy-nominated country singer Jo Dee Messina has always maintained a close relationship with her fans. Most recently, they funded her upcoming album, “My Time, Our Music,” through a Kickstarter campaign that raised more than $100,000.
How does an ordinary guy who drives a cab in London end up with an extraordinary life — two wives, two flats and two teenage children who know nothing about each other? How does he keep his stories straight and manage his time? And what does he do when his son and daughter get acquainted in an online chat room and decide to meet?
Based on his four feature films, it’s clear that Spike Jonze’s mind is nothing short of an endlessly inventive wonderland. He brought two of the most creative screenplays ever written to life in “Being John Malkovich” and “Adaptation.” In “Where the Wild Things Are,” he took a 48-page picture book and transformed it into one of the most emotionally complex family movies of all time. “Her,” the director’s latest outing, is simply a revelation of imagination.
There’s a good film somewhere in “The Truth About Emanuel,” but unfortunately, you won’t find it in this muddled hour-and-a-half of tired movie tropes and big ideas gone haywire. Tossing around plot twists and clunky dialogue absent of any sensible logic or reason, what once appears to be a Stepford-esque horror story soon turns into a meditation on grief, completely devoid of any actual emotion.
A cinematic sparring match unlike any other in recent memory, “Some Velvet Morning” offers an unflinching glimpse into the lives of an alluring prostitute, Velvet (Alice Eve), and her domineering lover, Fred (Stanley Tucci). Over the course of 83 minutes, we eavesdrop on this toxic pair as they engage in an impassioned war of words – chatting, groping, yelling and sobbing, all within the confines of her upscale townhouse. Written and directed by Tony-nominated playwright Neil LaBute, this low-budget chamber piece has been flying under the radar since its premiere at the Tribeca Film Festival in April, but will surely blindside audiences this winter with nuanced performances and a certain shocking plot twist. Ahead of its Valley release at Harkins Shea 14 in Scottsdale this weekend, GetOut spoke with LaBute about the film, his French influences, and experience collaborating with Tucci and Eve.
A Belgian drama with bluegrass music may seem like an unlikely combo, but director Felix van Groeningen pulls it off spectacularly in his heart-wrenching new film “The Broken Circle Breakdown,” which is already garnering whispers of Academy Award recognition. While other foreign-language Oscar hopefuls such as “Wadjda” and “The Hunt” have come and gone from theaters (with others such as “Gloria” and “The Past” not making their way to Phoenix until early 2014), “Broken Circle” is arriving this month, opening at Harkins Camelview 5 in Scottsdale this Friday, Dec. 6.
At this time of year it’s quite natural for people to start thinking about the spiritual.