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I was watching TV the other night, and one of those ubiquitous campaign ads popped up.
I think I finally understand what white privilege looks like.
I recently filling in hosting a local Philadelphia talk show, which gave me the opportunity to interview Lt. Colonel Jonathan P. Meyers, a retired Marine who’d recently written a memoir about his almost three decades in service: “American to the Corps.”
I come from a family of fighting men.
I’ve been practicing immigration law for over 25 years, and I speak four languages fluently.
After the NFL became a bastion of gridiron “wokeness,” I basically stopped paying attention.
Mark Ruffalo came out on Twitter the other day and angered a lot of people, but not the people he usually tends to anger.
I have renewed respect for Keith Ellison.
At a time when police are being attacked on all sides for brutality, racism, recklessness and all sorts of social sins and criminal acts, I hesitate to write this column.
The first person I thought when I heard that Prince Philip had died was Elizabeth, a Queen in the greater world but only and always a wife to the man who’d been by her side for longer than I’ve been alive.
One of my favorite allegories is the one about the frog in the pot of water, who got used to the slowing rising temperature of a warming pot and ended up boiled to death.
The worst thing to happen in my lifetime was the massacre of 20 children almost a decade ago.
Sexual abuse is devastating.
We are approaching the anniversary of the most horrific gun massacre in the history of the United States.
In the suburbs of Philadelphia, Montgomery County’s Board of Health issued an order by unanimous vote last week to shut down all in=person learning at school for two weeks.
A few days after the election last week, when things were still a bit murky, I made an offhand remark to some friends about what kind of hat I should crochet for the march that would be taking place the day after Joe Biden’s anticipated inauguration.
Philadelphia often makes national news for unfortunate reasons, like bombing its own neighborhoods, rioting in its streets, pelting Santa with snowballs, and threatening the Boy Scouts with eviction from the home it built for itself.
I know that social media is not the real world, just as Kim Kardashian is not your average working mother.
So many of us are parked in front of our television sets these days, more out of necessity than desire.
COVID-19 is a disease of incredible cruelty. Unlike AIDS, which was not airborne, or Ebola, which seemed foreign and didn’t really touch us in the United States, this virus is a silent, creeping killer.
A million years ago, we were worried about who was going to win the Iowa Caucuses, and then Super Tuesday, and then when Bernie Sanders was finally going to pack it in.
Kobe Bryant managed to remain a local kid with Philly cred long after he left the city for the West Coast.
On Christmas day, Greta Gerwig’s updated version of the young adult classic Little Women opened in theaters to great acclaim, fantastic reviews and strong box office numbers.
I adored the story of “Cinderella” as a child.
For his part, Biden refused to dwell on the incident other than to say “I’m a practicing Catholic, I practice my faith” and that this was his personal life.
George Soros poured nearly $2 million into the Philadelphia District Attorney candidacy of Larry Krasner. As we all know, Krasner won.
Philadelphia is one step closer to opening a Hotel Heroin in beautiful, downtown Kensington.
Greta Thunberg, the Swedish teenager who has become the face of the climate wars, reminds me of another child I saw dominate international debate: Elian Gonzelez.
During the 1980s, my brother Teddy was a volunteer firefighter with our local firehouse.
Just over a year ago, the Kavanaugh confirmation hearings got under way. They dropped a bomb on American social psychology and created a tectonic divide.
Last week, I got an email from my friend Chris Casazza, a partner with the immigration firm Solow, Isbell and Palladino in Philadelphia. He reached out to tell me about something that had happened to a former client, and he hoped that I could tell the story.