The purpose of my fictional story about Palestinian suicide bombings against Israelis ("Allahu Akbar and a Bang," Jan.
A rare rain falls, wetting the ancient dust of a holy land and the sun rises as people gather at the entrance of a mall.
Nurtured, fed and defended since hatching, there comes the time for every fledgling bird to leave the safety of its mother's nest and fly off on unsteady wings into the dangers of the hostile world.
Good news is rare amid the bleakness of our affairs. Hurricanes, earthquakes and terror attacks, fundamentalism, strife and nuclear proliferation are all realities of the day.
To the Editor: Before I published my article on hip-hop on Sept. 27 ("The Mixed Message of Hip-Hip"), I sent it to several black friends and asked for a critique.
Sadly but luckily, my first awareness of black people and their culture came from hip-hop. Due to the persistent segregation of Southern neighborhoods and self-segregation in spite of forcible integration at southern schools, opportunities for meaningful relationships between white and black children remain low in Nashville, Tenn.
As a fairly old Dartmouth tradition, our celebration of Winter Carnival embodies the "Dear old Dartmouth, set a watch, lest the old traditions fail" dictum in the Alma Mater.
Yesterday Dartmouth hosted a lecture by Dr. Daniel Pipes and, as predictably as an an angry bull reacts to a red cloth waved in front of its face, those who feel threatened by what Daniel Pipes has to say about the threat of radical Islam went ballistic.
Magic spells, miracle cures and enchanted amulets have throughout time proven effective at deluding the gullible and blindly optimistic into denying reality and trusting illusion.
There's nothing that sends a chill into the bones and gets a heart racing on a Friday night like the realization that a Hanover Po cruiser is creeping up behind your back.