Once or twice a year while living in the Washington, D.C., area as a child, my father would drive me and my sister to New York's Long Island to visit my grandparents, Ira and Barbara Cahn. They lived in Wantaugh, but spent much of their waking hours -- as well as time they should have been sleeping -- a little east of there in Massapequa.
Twenty-five years after sociologist William Julius Wilson's important study of urban decline and vanishing "marriageable men," poverty is still with us. At least, we're finding lots of new ways to argue about it, even if our theories are no less sharply divided than the rest of our politics.
Move over Duggar family, TLC has a new hit show on their hands.
Six weeks have passed since my oldest son walked through our back door. The mere mention of this makes the stretch seem even longer. Of course, aside from a normal dose of missing their brother, for his siblings, this time represents six weeks of more slices of pizza at dinner, shorter waits for the bathroom, and total control of the TV remote. For me, it suggests more intangibles. It is the void, the missing place setting at our table, and the one less body charging down the stairs for breakfast like a horse running for open country.
Research tells us Americans are getting smarter as time goes by.
WASHINGTON -- Gloria Steinem is unmistakable.
The European's triumph during the final round of the Ryder Cup Sunday may provide a preview of things to come on the PGA Tour.
That morning, a piano tune from boyhood days echoed down the halls of Pinedale, a senior citizens care facility located near Camden. As we drew abreast of the piano player's room, there sat Neva Shannon ("Coota") Montgomery with her near 100-year-old, yet nimble fingers "tickling the ivories" into the song "Jesus Loves Me."
If there's one thing I have an unnatural fear of, it's insects of both the crawling and flying variety. I've known that about myself since I was at least 12 years old when a huge bumblebee landed on my head. Not knowing what it was, I reached up and grabbed it only for it to -- naturally -- sting me. Luckily, I'm not allergic, but, boy!, did it hurt. Why that translated to a fear of crawling insects, I'm not sure except that I remember a giant millipede (or something like that) crawling up my bedroom wall ...
Amidst a necessary, but life-threatening, debate on the future of health care for millions of Americans, presidential candidate Mitt Romney revealed why it's OK that almost 50 million Americans are uninsured. Romney said in an interview with a TV broadcast news program that people who are uninsured are "care(d) for" with the help of America's emergency room services:
You might not be finding much to laugh about these days.
WASHINGTON -- I've written variations of this column a couple of times during the past 20 years, but certain occasions bear revisiting -- and surely the disappearance of a friend is one.
With the official start of autumn last week and the holidays soon upon us, my thoughts turn to a truly unique American holiday. No, not Thanksgiving but Arbor Day. Perhaps you may recall celebrating Arbor Day in elementary school, perhaps you remember hearing John Denver singing "Trees for Your Tomorrow" on television or radio on behalf of the National Arbor Day Foundation or perhaps you've seen an article about it in The Chronicle Independent with a photo of people standing around a newly planted tree.
WASHINGTON -- In Mitt Romney's Fantasyland version of the American Dream, all it takes to succeed in this country is determination and hard work. Government merely needs to get out of the way, roust the Entitlement Society slackers, and let the Opportunity Society strivers go for it.
Last summer, then-68-year-old Steve Sabol told his doctors that he needed to stay alive at least until August. That way, although battling a brain tumor, he could see his father, Ed, enter the Pro Football Hall of Fame. He made it, but unfortunately Steve's fight with cancer came to an end last Tuesday in his hometown of Moorestown, N.J.
Folks, we're in trouble, with a capital T, which stands for Trump -- Donald Trump, the presumptive GOP nominee for president of these United States.
WASHINGTON -- When Shakespeare wrote the "truth will out," he must have had Ted Cruz in mind.
"I have compassion for these people; they have already been with me three days and have nothing to eat. I do not want to send ...
The title of this column is not a wish or an aspiration -- it's a statement of fact.
There comes a time when you find yourself just kind of over everyone and everything.
WASHINGTON -- One of the most effective political ads of the season features women repeating the many derogatory statements Donald Trump has made about the fairer ...
The other morning, I called one of my best friends. I had a bit of news as well as a piece of advice I wanted ...
In 1896, the South Carolina Press Association requested Charleston newspaperman Yates Snowden to prepare a sketch of newspapers published in South Carolina to that date ...
Unless you are much older or much younger than I am or have been living under a rock for the last 30 years, you should ...
CHARLOTTESVILLE, Va. -- When it comes to rhetoric, Plato was right and Aristotle -- not so much.
Folk singer Pete Seeger wrote a song in the 1950s which was later performed in 1965 by the The Byrds. The lyrics, in part, go ...
Is the American Dream dead? Are the rags to riches myths just that?
CHARLESTON, S.C. -- African-Americans in the South can't get a break when it comes to voting, as history can't deny.
A few years ago, a gentleman went to a lot of trouble to write me a simple letter he sent to the newspaper where he ...
Call her a "no-kill" champion. Cindi Prestage, DVM has accepted the challenge to turn the animal shelter in Kershaw County into a no-kill facility. Pretty ...
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