March is National Colon Cancer Awareness month.
Peace be with you
On their very first date, way back in 1931, my parents went to the Philadelphia Flower Show. My mother was a 20-year-old beauty. My father was a dashing young lawyer of 26.
It’s a good idea to assess and refresh your life.
Philadelphia needs a change
Does it matter who is governor?
D.A.’s inaction an insult to city’s firefighters
Who is your favorite president and why?
Time to re-evaluate vacant building fires
Three years ago, my son was accepted into Northeast High School’s Magnet Program. I didn’t know what to expect and was a bit apprehensive because it is the biggest high school in the city, and I worried that he would get lost in the shuffle. I sat in the auditorium at back to school night and listened to the principal, Ms. Carroll, talk about “her school” and “her kids.” She told us that we were welcome to walk into “her school,” unannounced and she would walk the halls with us. It was apparent to me that this woman had nothing to hide, no worries that her school wouldn’t be running up to par on any given day.