By: Tracy Haygood & Sarah Collins Imagine this: A woman is denied employment because she is a woman. A Latino couple is denied housing because of their ethnicity. A 55-year-old man is fired because of his age. Imagining these situations is impossible because they are all illegal. Why then…
By Louis A. Ruprecht, Religion Dispatches On November 2, 1984, Velma Barfield became the first woman to be executed in the U.S. since 1962, and the first to be executed in the State of North Carolina after the nationwide moratorium on the death penalty was lifted in 1976. She was…
As long as we stand by while discrimination, prejudice, and bigotry are perpetrated on our fellow citizens, we are, by our silence, saying, “That is okay with us. That is not our business.”
He had her number and he knew it. He watched closely and savored it, as she climbed atop the mattress and sighed deeply. He knew it from the first moment he laid eyes on her. Long tan legs, curves in all the right places, and eyes that sparkled with…
Here's the real deal: it is time for people to start speaking up for love, to start speaking up against hate...in all forms. It's the only way we're going to change our culture. It's the only way we're going to start seeing the incidences of bullying, hatred, violence and intolerance towards LGBT teens or anybody perceived to be different.
One Thursday night this teacher called me at home. “I’m out of cigarettes,” she said. “Could you do me the biggest favor, and come bring me a pack? My roommate’s out of town, and my car’s not working. And I’m just dying for a cigarette.”
April 2nd 2012 was the 30th anniversary since the army of Argentina made an amphibious landing around the settlement of Port Stanley, the largest town on a miserable, lonely speck of land stranded in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean that goes by the name of Islas Malvinas, or,…
I think of them as the ghosts of my soul. They visit me often in these sleepless hours. They are all the loved ones I miss and admired.
Science fiction is a world of ideas. That’s why we allow its practitioners such leeway in the quality of their prose. It is rather hard to be a man of ideas and a prose stylist – it’s rather like a metrosexual engineer – a rare breed. When you throw…
True to her words, her mother stood at the door with open arms. She held Robyn as they both wept. It wasn’t sadness. It was relief. A weight lifted. It was love. That type that you only feel with your Mum.