Mid-week in mid-May, in a nondescript college studio, a handful of undergraduate fashion design seniors talk textiles and deadlines at their drafting tables. Although they're getting ready for a  

There's a photo I store in the kitchen junk drawer. It was taken in the midst of a move from a college dorm to an apartment. Overwhelmed and unbathed in my uniform of jeans and T-shirt, I'm wil  

When CityBeat Editor John Fox tracked down a handful of Cincinnati deportees two years ago ("Why We Left Cincinnati," issue of Oct. 31-Nov. 6, 2002), he touched on something we'd been hearing b  

Folks at ArtWorks will tell you it's all about the size of the package. They would know, having just completed a summer project converting an old cigarette vending machine into a dispenser of wo  

In the fields of Mississippi, a young boy pauses while picking cotton to listen for the whistle of Casey Jones flying down the Illinois Central rail line. To him, this is the sound of freedom. T  

The trick, he said, is to refuse to believe that any of this makes sense. Because when it does -- when the world and life and the way things are make sense -- then you know there's really somethi  

He stares at my face for 30 full seconds, meticulously drops the crayon to the paper, glances up again and slowly begins outlining my head. I'm turning splotchy red and growing uncomfortably wa  

Sometimes realizing there's a full moon outside can explain the whole day. Imagine a year of that feeling. Madelyn Arnold's novel A Year of Full Moons tackles these instances, the cyclic waxing   

In his mayoral candidacy last November, Courtis Fuller pledged his support to the arts. It was a promise he's proving he intended to keep, especially in the musical category. After a 40-year sti  

If Chez Nora co-owner Patti Giliese ruled the world, people would communicate better and be more aware of how their actions affect others. And only nurses would sport white stockings. Lighthearte