Local dietician discusses the importance of a healthy breakfast.
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12We always know we’ve arrived at the right house on Long Beach Island each summer when we recognize the old faded towels that our daughters once dragged to day camp drying on the deck of a summer cottage.
It’s a question I’m often asked: Why? Why am I running once again for elective office in Philadelphia? I have run for City Council before and was the Republican nominee against Michael Nutter in the 2007 mayor’s race. I run not out of ego, nor am I a glutton for punishment. I am running once again for a Republican At-Large Council seat because public service is my highest calling. I care deeply about this city and its people. When I engage in moments of self-reflection, as we all do, I know in my heart that my extensive and diverse experience and long history of community service make me an ideal candidate who’s running for the right reason — to help others, not myself.
Although we often use zucchini as a vegetable, technically it’s a fruit. Other than cookbooks, zucchini has not had the kind of cultural impact one would expect of a fine fruit. No one ever said, “A zucchini a day keeps the doctor away,” or referred to a loved one as “The zucchini of my eye.” No one ever wrote “The Zucchini Of Wrath,” “A Clockwork Zucchini” or “A Zucchini In The Sun.” No one ever listened to “Zucchini Fields Forever,” or played the “Zucchini Blossom Special.”
Fifty years ago this month, President Lyndon B. Johnson created Medicare and Medicaid with the swipe of his pen, providing access to quality, affordable health coverage to working families and underserved communities across the country.
Why I rejected Gov. Wolf’s historic tax hikes
Although I enjoyed them, the beets from my vegetable garden were gone quickly. No wonder. Fresh beets and greens are a vegetable delight. When the harvest ends, it’s time to say hello farmers markets and produce departments.
Some neighborhoods are becoming a disgrace
Recently on a trip that took me to Harper’s Ferry, West Virginia, I walked a small stretch of the Appalachian Trail. It made its way across the town and onto the towpath of an old canal toward faraway Maine. I learned that following the 2-inch-by-6-inch vertical rectangles that are painted white on trees, rocks and sign posts will keep you on the trail instead of lost in the woods. (I’m sharing this in case you are ever lost in the woods along the trail.)