Last week, while reading for “Media and Medicine in Modern America” (which I highly recommend), I came across something shocking. I read that Arthur Ashe, a tennis star and AIDS activist, died on Feb. 7, 1993. Why did this shock me, you may ask? Because I was born four days later, on Feb. 11, 1993. »
This September marked two important anniversaries. You probably heard about one of them, but I would be willing to bet that you did not hear much about the other. The first of these was the 10th anniversary of the tragic attacks on Sept. 11, 2001. The second was the 15th anniversary of the adoption and »
Meet Teresa Serrano. From 2006 to 2010, Serrano appeared to be a typical Yale student — she studied history and anthropology, spent much of her time volunteering for local non-profits, and, all in all, enjoyed a fairly normal Yale experience. But since her graduation in 2010, Serrano has spent her days pulling long shifts at »
Unless you are following the Republican presidential primary closely — very closely — you may not remember John Bolton. That’s all right; he’s not a major player. I certainly had never heard of him until a few weeks ago. But John Bolton, it turns out, may be worth discussing. The field of GOP candidates is »
Four reverends, two ministers, two politicians, an inventor, a professor and a preacher walk into a bar. All are white, Christian men. Does this bar look a little stodgy and exclusive? Well, on the door there is a sign that reads, “No shirt, no shoes, no WASPish white antecedents, no service.” These 11 men represent »
I used to think my parents were pretty thrifty people. I grew up wearing my cousins’ hand-me-downs and learning about the value of coupons. My parents always instilled in me the importance of saving my allowance. My dad is known to drive miles out of his way to save a few cents per gallon on »
