A donor, a kidney, a heart
Of all the things for which Miverna Fields and her daughter, Barbara Hibbert, gave thanks Thursday, none was as important as a single overheard conversation.
A one in a million marriage
Pam Gattis knew that her chance of finding true love in a newspaper ad was one in a million. She found it anyway.
She paid the price of love
It was only in the past month, after six years of triple-checking the locks of her apartment, constantly peering from behind the shower curtain, expecting to be assaulted again by her imprisoned former husband, that Tanisha Bagley got her first good
Charlotte hits the big time
There is nothing funny about terrorism, so don't bother accusing me of trivializing it.
Marion, here's a quick fix
Everyone knows the proverb about hell having no fury like a woman scorned.
Hush-up talk sets off a din
Alan Riggs, general manager of St. Augustine's College's radio station, wants its listeners to know that he has some things in store that they'll like.
Play takes work
Chasity Johnson and her friends in Durham's Liberty Street apartments were distraught last year when their beloved playground was ripped up to make way for a group of townhouses. They did more than sit around whining, though.
Strip club mourned at closing
Under most circumstances, holding a wake at midnight would sound weird, ghoulish even.
Hip-hop is going to church
When Queen Latifah becomes a movie star who promotes makeup in her spare time, then you know that hip-hop music has finally become mainstream.
In Philly, songwriting loses an R&B star
Among modern-day songwriting duos, there's Lennon-McCartney and all the rest. At the top of "all the rest," though, is McFadden & Whitehead.
Clay's price tag unfair
We all remember that beloved children's bedtime story about the hooker who approached the old man on the street and said, "Hey, pops, I'll do anything you want for $100."
Grief burdens sunshine
It wasn't the singing or the bagpipes that did it, although beautiful both were.
Once upon a time, shows just faded away
If you're over 40, it's OK to admit that you feel cheated. No, not because, in the words of Uncle Miltie, it now takes you all night to do what you once could do all night. Not even because you are untouched by the so-called musical or fashion stylings of Christina Aguilera or P. Diddy. You can feel cheated because, chances are, none of your favorite television shows bowed out with grandiose farewells that commanded $2 million-a-minute from advertisers.
Fury gets behind the wheel
From my second-floor office window, I can look down and see people in their cars who are unaware they're being observed.
A score still left to settle
Remember the scene late in the first "Godfather" movie, when Michael Corleone begins settling old family scores?
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