My name is … Patti LaBelle. I was born Patricia Louise Holte. Patti LaBelle came from Harold B. Robinson, a car dealer in Philadelphia, who […]
There are some truths that Philadelphians hold to be self-evident: Wawa is awesome. Our cabs are crap. Water ice is the sweet summer nectar of […]
Two weeks before we left, I started to get so excited that I staged our supplies on the front porch. They fit into one pile: […]
This is the Golden Age of ethics for the City of Philadelphia. But I’ll grant that it might not seem that way. Philadelphia’s Traffic Court […]
She kept Don inside. His mother wanted him to study. She wouldn’t let him be like them, those other kids who got into trouble. Don […]
Charlie Strange in a rest-stop parking lot at dawn, trying not to cry. Charlie somewhere in Maryland, a few hundred feet from I-95, lighting a […]
“Are you drawing my PIC-TCHA?” From my lounge chair, I look up to see an older, slightly stocky gentleman hovering over me. He’s wearing blue […]
Across his chest and abdomen, two corrugated rubber tubes. Pneumographs — to detect breathing irregularities. Wrapped around his upper arm, a Velcro cuff. A sphygmomanometer […]
Doors were beginning to open for Madison Holleran. She racked up straight As, ran track, and pushed her Northern Highlands Regional High School soccer team […]
My name is … Marty Moss-Coane, with a hyphen. I was a Marjorie, named for my grandmother. And I was a Marge or Margie until […]
