My name is … Lynne—that’s L-Y-N-N-E—Abraham. Almost everybody forgets to put the “e” on there. When people referred to me as the “Deadliest D.A.” … […]

We aren’t signing our eight-year-old daughter up for travel soccer. At least, I’m pretty sure we aren’t. Like, 96.3 percent sure. Maybe.

At the bottom of a steep block on the west side of Scranton, next to a clapboard home with peeling white paint, there’s a pizza […]

I was 13 years old in 1976—not exactly a budding patriot, but a good enough student of American history by that point to understand that […]

He never admitted to anyone that it was a crazy idea, even though at first glance it was obviously crazy. He did keep a self-deprecating […]

Head to The Main Line, home to the estate that inspired The Philadelphia Story, and houses like this one are hard to come by. In […]

Part I: The Monster Smiles The phone rang near 8:30 one night, and an automated message played: “You have a call from a federal inmate,” […]