Many duties or expectations go far beyond what was anticipated. For example, my mother said, in regards to my future husband and mother-in-law, "He is wonderful, but I hate to see you become involved with her." I foolishly answered, "Mother, I am not marrying her." With a sideways look, she replied, "That is what you think!" How wise she was. Dealing with some parents as a teacher was quite the same. Nowhere is there a guide for dealing with parents. Most of mine were wonderful, supportive and kind; however, the following illustrates that dealing with a few parents is more ...
Typically when a feat hasn't been accomplished in 45 years, it gets some coverage. Unfortunately for Miguel Cabrera of the Detroit Tigers, that just wasn't the case this year.
I don't know exactly when it happened -- sometime after I got married, I suspect -- but I can't remember the last time I took a vacation that was, actually a vacation.
Is the Supreme Court's doomsday clock ticking for "racial preferences?" Maybe, but the states that already ban race-based admissions show how you can build diversity by other means.
As hard as it might be to believe, I was a French major in college. Through my coursework, I studied the great French thinkers and philosophers: Descartes, Montesquieu, Voltaire and others. However, I usually end up going back to that noted American philosopher, Yogi Berra. More often than not, Yogi hits it right on the head. Yogi was once quoted as saying, "the future ain't what it used to be." I think that pearl of wisdom relates very well to the topic of the relationship between education and economic development.
Sesame Workshop isn't pleased with President Barack Obama's new ad featuring Big Bird.
After scraping around for something -- anything -- good to say about President Barack Obama's debate performance, I came up with this much: at least he didn't look at his watch.
There's this prison, you see, but there's something different about it. People who visit don't come away with visions of iron bars and murderers and breakouts and hardened men desperate to find a way out.
I tore down the old swing set last weekend, demolished it actually. I unscrewed as many nuts and bolts as I could and then took the saw to it, leaving only the pile of sand which had broken the fall of many a crying or giggling toddler at the base of the sliding board. It was time. The old structure had become a little "shop of horrors," so to speak. There were several rungs missing from the ladder, there were damaged boards everywhere, the swings had become rusty and unreliable. She was tired.
SOUTH BEND, Ind. -- Contrary to conventional wisdom that debates are rarely, if ever, game-changers, the first presidential debate was a demolition derby.
Even the best batters have to take batting practice sometimes. But it seems Barack Obama didn't heed such advice during the debate last Wednesday night. His lack of preparation was strikingly evident, only giving further credence to the idea that the president just doesn't seem to like the game of politics all too much.
As a teenager in Pennsylvania, I delivered The Morning Call and The Evening Chronicle to customers in a suburb of Allentown. On rainy days, I'd try to make sure the paper stayed dry inside the screen door. Now, I get The State and the New York Times delivered to my driveway in plastic bags, though the Times delivery is erratic. I can, of course, also read the Times on my iPhone, iPad and desktop computer.
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.
By mid-June of 2000, I was so fed up and frustrated, I needed counseling.
WASHINGTON -- First-term first ladies are often shadows to their more-important husbands, dabbling in lite fare to avoid criticism and picking safe projects to shield them and their families from the inevitable slings and arrows.
Many extraordinary people offer visionary ideas, especially here. "Wouldn't it be great if we had a river rafting business on the Wateree?" "Wouldn't it be great if we had a downtown boutique hotel?" "Wouldn't it be great if we had a Bluegrass Festival the week of the Colonial Cup?" "Wouldn't it be great if we had a cottage development, or better yet, a new Kershaw County library on the former Mather property?" "And another restaurant or two!" The answer is predictably, "Yes, of course yes! Thank you for your great ideas," followed by necessary questions: "Where ...
CHARLESTON, S.C. -- By all appearances Friday morning, as thousands lined the street waiting (and wilting) for hours in 90-degree heat to enter the funeral arena where President Obama was to deliver a eulogy for state Sen. Clementa Pinckney, racial unity seemed a comfortable fact of life.
Even though it's not an election year, in many ways it's always an election year for some politicians. Given the fact they are "hired" and employed by the voting public, their lives are a nearly constant campaign for re-election. I can understand that. They have cushy jobs they want to keep for many years to come.
When I was a wise-elbowed, wet nosed kid barely out of college, a lot of people used to annoy me with questions about what I wanted to do for a living.
(Kathleen Parker wrote this column in advance of President Barack Obama's appearance in Charleston for State Sen. Clementa Pinckney's funeral.)
Page 1 of 1