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Nourishment of all that is beautiful might seem a superfluous endeavor to some.
With the debut of Brave New Words, Whidbey Island’s very own poetry festival happening today from 10 a.m. to 8 p.m. at Greenbank Farm, the Record wraps up its pre-festival series of “A Peek at the Poets.”
With the debut of Whidbey Island’s very own poetry festival, Brave New Words, coming Saturday, April 18 to Greenbank Farm, The Record presents a series of pre-festival peeks at some of the poets.
Artist Rebecca Collins was never going to leave everything to the boys.
The message from President Obama is to cut back and simplify. The folks at the Whidbey Island Writers Association followed his lead when organizing this year’s Whidbey Island Writers Conference.
WICA’s latest production takes audiences on a journey to 1920s Italy
Absurdist theater may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but Tom Stoppard may be the best way to taste the brew.
The Rob Schouten Gallery has invited a bevy of talented “Whidbeyians” to perform an evening of poetry and song to celebrate the onset of summer. “Midsummer Dream Night” will ring in the summer solstice from 7 to 9 p.m. Saturday, June 21 at the gallery located at Greenbank Farm.
Lace yourself up into that corset, paint on those patent-leather jeans, shimmy into those seven-inch platform shoes, and don’t forget your whip. Rocky Horror is in town.
It’s been 14 years since Eve Ensler’s play “The Vagina Monologues” first hit the stage and created a whole new awareness of domestic violence against women.
Hot off the press is Dan Pedersen’s latest lovesong to Whidbey Island.
She created nine children in her little sister’s bedroom, and her sister still speaks to her.
It’s surely summer when artists line the streets of Langley.
Print is dead.
Compassion, community and cool music is what this show is all about.
Enchantment and suspense abound in the famous story of “Beauty and the Beast.”
He’s embracing a new medium for state-of-the art entertainment.
Among the whirlwinds of the holiday season, there is that undeniably lovely and tempestuous affair fluffed with snow and tulle and cute children that few can resist. That is “The Nutcracker,” of course.
They may be octogenarians or older, but the world is still their oyster.
Forty-eight years ago, a group of upper Midwest teenagers got together on a summer’s day to play some folk music.