December 25th has become guilt and obligation.

I could never understand how we could put 120,000 Japanese behind a fence in World War II. I remember being bewildered about that.

When I was a kid, people who got divorced were people who had no gumption.

Miss Child is never bashful with butter.

Is it any wonder that for millions of men the only intimacy is physical, silent, and predictable?

Recognition should come to the reporter who uncovers public cheating or proves a convicted man innocent.

We should not use crippled children to sell hamburgers. Ever.