Starting in April 2024, we have been choosing one artist or arts organization who shares a story from New Jersey Stage on their social media feed (either Facebook, Instagram, or Threads). The winner gets a free month of our Main Advertising Package which includes 4 banner ads (300x250, 300x600, 970x250, 600x776), event pages, and enhanced editorial. Each winner also gets listed here with a link to their website.
To be eligible, simple share our stories on your social media feed. We will randomly choose one day of the month, gather the names of those who shared our articles that day, and choose the winner out of a hat!
May 2024 - New Jersey State Council on the Arts - follow them on Facebook and Twitter
(PRINCETON, NJ) -- Blue Curtain returns this July with three Saturday evening performances at 8:00pm at the Princeton High School Performing Arts Center (16 Walnut Lane, Princeton). Free and open to the public, the annual concert series showcases an eclectic mix of Afro-Brazilian sounds, straight-ahead jazz and contemporary improvisation.
(NUTLEY, NJ) -- The Narrator is ready to start the show, but how is that supposed to happen when nobody else in the cast has read the script and the costumes haven't even arrived yet? Children, families, and the young at heart will find out when Nutley Little Theatre presents The Worst Fairy Tale Ever by Todd Wallinger July 25-26, 2026.
(CAPE MAY, NJ) -- "Before we retired to bed, an attempt was made to teach the children to pronounce 'vegates,' (how do you do?) like a German. Our good neighbors are a little concerned to think there is not one in the neighborhood who will be able to interpret for us when the Hessians are quartered here," wrote Margaret Morris in her diary on December 21, 1776.
Do you remember your childhood? I mean really remember it? Some people are able to recall every last detail of the past, but most of us merely retain memories of a few standout moments. They could be moments of joy, or of trauma, but often they're completely random. When I try to conjure memories of my childhood I tend not to think of specific incidents but rather senses: the smell of my dad's aftershave, my mother's perfume, or the sweaty socks I pulled off after a summer's day of play. I can't recall the faces of any of my childhood friends or my teachers, but I could probably tell you what my favourite song was in any given month of the '80s. My childhood exists now as an aural and sensual collage rather than a reliable recollection of key events.
