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As they stoically watch the calendar count down to the January day their home will be foreclosed, a mother and father surmise about what went wrong.
Caroline Kennedy’s timing is impeccable. One shouldn’t expect any less from someone whose surname is synonymous with “Camelot,” all things gracious and semi-royal.
Kansas City’s urban core has been prayed on and preyed upon. It’s no secret that the East Side grows more desolate and more isolated from the economic development taking off north of the river and downtown. Its dwindling numbers of residents continue to be victimized by crime and blight.
Here is an artistic love letter to Kansas City. Albeit this one comes with a dose of math involved, rather than fluffy sentiments. It is courtesy of one of the many transplanted artists who, thankfully, continue to find their way to the heartland. Their views are often refreshing, a way of waking up us native-born stock.
Forty days and 40 nights. That’s a stretch of time of great significance to the Rev. Rick Warren, the influential megachurch pastor whom Barack Obama has chosen to lead the invocation at his presidential inauguration in January.
The Iraq war veteran could be the police officer responding to the fender bender you just drove by. Or maybe he is the firefighter who rushed to the blaze on the evening news. The security guard patrolling the parking lot at the mall. The postal worker who stamped your package, sending it along its way.
By the time the Christmas Eve fiesta wound down, three pigs had been butchered, the heads and feet set aside for a New Year’s delicacy to be prepared later.
The scene at the Chicago window factory was befitting a Hollywood movie script. Given only three days’ notice of the plant’s shutdown, 200 workers banded together in revolt. They barricaded themselves inside Republic Windows and Doors. The media, primed to consume a David vs. Goliath battle, quickly spread word of the drama.
Here’s a treat for the taste buds: A turkey dinner menu touting the carcinogens contained in our food supply, highlighting a few seasonal favorites.
“We may not be one of the top 10 most livable cities, but we’re sure not one of the top 10 fastest dying cities!”
Baby Jesus is at the center of a stir in Washington state. Or rather, his manger and figures of the Holy Family are at the heart of a controversy.
Grasping why the Kansas City School District’s dropout statistics don’t quite add up is a lesson itself.
The Funkhouser Depositions. Part II: The Mrs. Apparently, my earlier column based on Mayor Mark Funkhouser’s deposition was illuminating for many readers. His wife’s deposition is a complementary document. It just differs from Funkhouser’s, which offered a candid look at his journey from Appalachian poverty to his role as Kansas City’s mayor.
In Barack Obama, who nominated her as his secretary of state, Hillary Clinton has found a man who could give her the platform to truly step out of her husband’s shadow.
You’re not putting the porno in the paper are you?” The comment, by the collector’s wife, pipes into the basement from upstairs. She’s joking, kind of.
Every man is a collection of his experiences. Sometimes they move him forward. Sometimes they hold him back.
Among the more promising candidates nominated Monday for President-elect Barack Obama’s Cabinet was Arizona Gov. Janet Napolitano, who was named for secretary of Homeland Security. She was a good choice, not only for her wisdom as a border state leader but also because she seems to get that an educated work force is the key to economic strength.
Nothing was subtle about the makeover endured by my friend, then a newbie to broadcast journalism. We were paired up several years ago; her as the newly minted MU journalism graduate, me as the more senior reporter. Our matchup was through a national program to place experienced reporters at the disposal of new ones, from their last year of college through the first several years of their professional lives.
Over the river and through the woods to Grandmother’s condo we go. That is the route Charlie Brown and his pals took during the annual broadcast of their Thanksgiving special.
Since Ayman al-Zawahri, the poster boy of Islamic terrorism, has brought the subject up, it’s worth considering how Islam transformed the person we know as Malcolm X, and what that may have to do with the man we will know as the 44th president of the United States.
Missouri, news accounts are proclaiming, must be stripped of its bellwether standing. This presidential election, the state did not choose the winner. If this hasn’t been pounded into your head enough lately, Missouri has tipped toward the winner of every presidential election since 1900, with the exception of 1956. And now 2008.
The burning question of the recent presidential campaign, as cynics put it, was this: “Is the U.S. more sexist or racist?”
Kerry Magana died Thursday morning, her life a testament to the difference a stranger can make. The 15-year-old had been ill with leukemia for two years. In September, she received a bone marrow transplant. But the disease and the treatments had ravaged her body, causing problems with her liver and lungs.
Green with envy I was, upon receiving the text message a friend sent me from an exclusive reserved section during Barack Obama’s post-election gathering at Chicago’s Grant Park.
When the giving is good, the greedy get needy. This aspect of human nature deserves addressing as the Salvation Army red kettles are set out, the United Way closes out its annual donation drive, Project Warmth begins and lists for “Adopt a Family” are posted on office bulletin boards.
The Kauffman Scholars program, the legacy of Project Choice, has run into one of the stickiest areas of the country’s immigration quandaries — how to treat children whose parents brought them here illegally.
A movie scene keeps playing in my head. Jimmy Stewart is delivering lines from the Christmas classic, “It’s a Wonderful Life.”
The intent is to revive an art form that Prohibition nearly killed: Mixology, practiced in a small, out-of the way clubs where ambiance and the quality of the cocktail’s ingredients are fully appreciated, like a fine meal.
As her daughter lies in a medically induced coma, Claudia Cabrera continues to insist: “I’ve never lost my faith because God keeps giving me angels.”
Come Nov. 5, John McCain supporters might just rue the day they made all those wisecracks about community organizers.
