In celebrating the centennial of Mitchum’s birth, we are really paying homage to a peculiarly American male archetype.

We pin you to the unfinished saints you leave behind.

I met Judas at a roof party in late October. The Ghost had warned me about the devil in the form of a man too charming to deny.

I have the many and bright letters of my first and middle name Irish enough to outweigh the heaviness of the thick and rich Hispanic last name I carry slumped over my golden shoulders.

Overshadowed in his lifetime, Pope Benedict provided lessons for the world’s peoples and policymakers, then and now.

While Shepard's plays would absorb different rhythms and influences, their essence and voice were unmistakably his—our—own.