More than 300 people attended Thursday night's Art Mix at the Crocker Art Museum blending the celebration of Black History Month with Valentine's Day.   Heart and Soul-idarity, was the theme of the evening bringing together the passion of singers, dancers, poets, painters, and art afficionados to an eclectic era in learning. There was something to please everyone. The evening began with a Tour of the museum called Love Stories.  At the same time, some event attendees crafted hands on momentos of the event with African-art-inspired accessories by Betty Davis and Yvonne Warren.  Sol Collective's Jazz'n Love Lounge featured spoken word, poetry, and music performance in the art of words tra

 Drive-in movies.  I have always loved them.  Almost more than the movies themselves, I love my romanticized notion of them. I am madly in love with the classic Americana for which the Drive-In is so symbolic.  It is hard to describe the way that drive-in movies make me feel, it's something akin to an ecstatic melancholy. They harken to a simpler time, a time that I never really got to experience firsthand, but one that I can easily imagine while stuffing my face with popcorn and enjoying a movie under the stars from the hood of my car. I can vividly recall the first drive-In movie I ever attended: "E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial."  It was the summer of 1982, and I had just turned four year

Q: How does a company that employs over 200 people, supports over 400 participants, works with over 100 businesses, and has been doing so for 58 years fly under the radar of most of Sacramento? A: Because, maintaining a strong and steady course doesn’t always get you noticed! Today I would like to introduce you to InAlliance, a successful nonprofit that is on a mission to build a more livable workable world by developing programs that support adults with developmental disabilities in the greater Sacramento area. In the 1950’s the world was a different place, and if you didn’t fit into the general idea of “normal,” you didn’t stand a strong chance of succeeding. This was especially true

Sacramento, CA--This month marks the fourth year of my father’s death. Dad was so caught up in the day-to-day particulars of his suburban North Sac life and as a caregiver to my Mother, I think at times he actually forgot to enjoy it.   The day after he passed, I was searching his home office, drowning in grief and looking for something (anything) to comfort me. I spied Dad’s small spiral bound note pad with his pen resting at a jaunty angle on top of the page. There was a long "To Do" list scribbled in ink—bills to pay, errands to run, and fix-it projects around the house. Just five days prior, he had renewed his October subscription to National Geographic and his AARP membership.   A

Out of darkness you entered and so will you leave, but until the time of withered leaves, until the time of beginnings end, you will have this life and in this life, you will sing for no show, laughter will prelude the cry or reverse, in this life, you will wish the strings of your heart would break, relieve you from the sticky web of rapture, in this life, you find that you will lose and that, that which is lost will find you too but misery's brisk winds, are not the only ones to blow upon you, there are times the weather will break or change sending you droplets of delight, drizzling upon your thristy cheeks that are peaked high, revealing the sunny smile that life has shined down upon y