I wondered for the longest time how they got those dogs to bark "Jingle Bells" on that record.

Strom Thurmond, the late South Carolina senator, and I are alike in one way: we both love (or loved) black women. While my love of them has often gotten me in trouble -- don't ask -- Ol' Strom had the good sense to die before his "affair" was revealed.

This year alone, we have watched as NASCAR and Krispy Kreme courted other areas at our expense.

Friends say a bird killed Kathleen Peterson.

For someone who's been in politics since 1984, John Kerry should know better. The Massachusetts senator and presidential candidate did this week what most politicians do when they're in trouble or want to galvanize support: he promised to attack crime.

We share the blame for the human and environmental havoc being wrought to bring us a pair of $10 bluejeans.

The scheduled release today of Ruben Studdard's new CD apparently reignites the fire for social justice.

Comedian and social critic Richard Pryor told the story , fictional, I hope, of being caught by his wife in flagrante delicto with another woman. "Who're you gonna believe," he asked her. "Me or your lying eyes?"

Efforts at romance are frustrated.

HIV spreads and cuts a swath through black communities, endangering what are presumably our best and brightest.

Years ago, when Charlie O. Finley named a mule after himself, there were two different schools of thought on the matter. Some figured the controversial owner of the Oakland A's baseball team must be extremely self-secure to risk the ridicule that comes from naming a jackass after yourself.

Woman's plan to turn brother's life around encounters problem with apartment complex.