I heard America singing on Sunday night. Bluesman extraordinaire* Buddy Guy's music rang like the flip-side of Walt Whitman's
"Laissez les bons temps rouler" is not just a saying in New Orleans, it's almost a command. Let the good times roll at NOLA
It's been inspiring sharing the stories of our diverse communities, highlighting their contributions to Spokane. Sikhs have farmed in the area for a hundred years. Jewish pioneers helped start the founding of Spokane. Muslims have been integral professors and teachers at local universities.
As much as I hate to admit it, however, I can't shake the notion that there may be value in Trump's words: they were proof that we all actually can agree on something.
A vote in Spokane gives nearly 2,000 residents a second chance.
Police say a 17-year-old boy instructed his 15-year-old brother on how to operate the business out of their mother's home.
We cannot limit compassion to only our own faith groups and people who share our worldviews. We must accept that what makes us American is not the color of our skin or creed we hold, but our commitment to each other.
While Bruges can at least thank Colin Farrell for teaching the world that it rhymes with "rouge," countless other cities continue to suffer as people awkwardly botch their names.
Dolezal's white-to-black "passing" is the complication of both white guilt and white rage in an era of Affirmative Action.
I do believe that transracial identity is a legitimate issue and one worth further investigation and acceptance by mainstream society, however, there is something unsettling in the way that Rachel Dolezal attempted to infiltrate black culture.