WNYC
07/08/2016
When Should We Open the Box?
There's a box that sits on a shelf in Joann Klimkiewicz's bedroom, tied tight with a satin ribbon. She's been waiting for more than two years for the right moment to open it.
There's a box that sits on a shelf in Joann Klimkiewicz's bedroom, tied tight with a satin ribbon. She's been waiting for more than two years for the right moment to open it.
My sister tacked pictures of Turlington around her apartment the way our mother once tucked prayer cards of Pope John Paul II around our childhood home. I visualized Turlington before bedtime and spent my commute imagining our conversation ("That's my favorite yoga pose, too!").
The acclaimed chef spoke with Leonard Lopate about how his exploration of his Ethiopian roots has influenced his cooking today and shared a recipe for kitfo, an Ethiopian steak tartar.
It's difficult to peg exactly when the merry tide turned, but at some point in the last two weeks the Hollywood bump watch went from cooing and congratulatory to downright agitated. First actress-singer Jennifer Lopez, she of midriff-baring fame, suddenly adopted an uncharacteristic fondness for loose and flowing caftans.
Given such easy, at-home access to pornography today, just how good can business be at Hartford's Art Cinema - one the last adult movie theaters left in country?
A valid driver's license and a towel, he tells me. "That's it?" I ask the voice on the other end of the line. That's about all you'll need, confirms the man in the registration office of Solair Recreation League, a family-oriented nudist resort -- New England's oldest -- tucked in the lush woods of northeastern Connecticut.
Keli Goff, host of WNYC's Political Party, dug deep into how faith and religious freedom are shaping the 2016 election.
The rumbling motorcycle cuts the calm of a hot summer evening in West Hartford Center. Past the flirty couples on their post-dinner strolls, past the teenagers licking drippy ice cream cones, the biker roars onto LaSalle Road and pulls alongside the crowd of motorcycles parked outside a curious choice of destination.
It is strangely quiet in the women's bathroom of this downtown Hartford bar, the victim of that brief lull when the Thursday night revelers change shifts: the after-work shirt-and-tie crowd settles its tab while the college kids troll for parking.
Menstruation. It's a natural, necessary -- some would say beautiful -- function of the human body, inextricably linked to reproduction and the cycle of life. Yet across all cultures and religions, to varying degrees, a shroud of shame hangs over this biological reality.