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Gluten-free Grains

November is Diabetes Awareness Month. Some years ago, I attended a series of lectures at a local hospital with a family member who had recently been diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes. The classes were taught by a nutritionist who gave advice and tips on eating the right foods to help keep blood-sugar levels from reaching extremes. It wasn’t, I found out, just about sugar.


The roles may change with time, but a mother’s love never fades

It was one of those perfect fall days — clear, breezy and nippy but not yet cold. Just the right temperature.


Letter to the Editor: October 30, 2014

Corbett is right, Wolf is wrong on death penalty


Letters to the Editor: October 29, 2014

The truth about Obamacare


Count Dracula’s caramel apples

What do ghosts, goblins, ghouls and things that go bump in the night eat? Well, after they take off their Halloween costumes, they might enjoy a caramel apple-on-a-stick. Of course, the appeal of an apple-on-a-stick is not limited to Freddie Krueger, Count Dracula or Batman. Princesses, dragons, dinosaurs or even Elsa, this year’s No. 1 Halloween costume, from the movie Frozen, may also enjoy one. 


Magic pumpkin meatloaf

Salagadoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. It’ll do magic believe it or not. Bippidy-boppity-boo. These words may not magically turn your pumpkin into a Rolls-Royce or produce the charming prince who is the man of your dreams, but they are a catchy tune that you can sing while you’re cooking up something special – like The Great Pumpkin Meatloaf.


Op-Ed: Now is the time to invest in our school system

As a candidate for state representative, former teacher in the School District of Philadelphia and having a career as a certified public accountant, I offer the true and honest perspective of the Philadelphia public school system.


Letters to the Editor: October 22, 2014

The choice is clear


Letters to the Editor: October 15, 2014

Enough is enough


Sharing memories of the past with children of the future

No matter how long I’ve been a parent, I’m still capable of being astonished by my own adult children. And let nobody tell you that “adult children,” that ultimate oxymoron, aren’t still works in progress.