Twitter exchange with one of my favorite authors last week: Me: Last Halloween my 3yo boy rocked Cinderella. This yr its Batman. I kinda miss the gown. Peggy Orenstein: A cape is sort of gown-esque, no? Me: Cinderella would be stunning in a cape. Dunno if I want Batman saving me in a gown. Peggy Orenstein’s most recent NYT best-seller, Cinderella Ate My Daughter delves into the “princess-mania” that has overtaken a new generation of little girls. Her magnificent memoir, Waiti

Excerpted from my upcoming book, A Lonely Fool’s Masterpiece: Jodi admired the series of horizontal weathered lumber and driftwood pieces strung together vertically. This rudimentary torso hung freely and moved subtly in the breeze. The upper pieces were broader and stouter, and they tapered as they descended to create the rough form of a body. Baling wire connected the pieces, so that, instead of being perfectly vertical, these anthropomorphic figures had a bit of kinetic to

One vial contains drops of my boiling blood. It all speaks to the steady erosion of our civilized society. And with its mutilated reference to publishing, it laments the degree to which the ever-babbling media continues to be part of the problem instead of the solution. Share this: Tweet Share on Tumblr Email #kinetic #art #DesignDistrict #MooreBuilding #vialofblood #stuartsheldon #media #Miami #sculpture