Don't Ask, I'm Telling
My name is Pam Swisher.
And I am … a gay-friendly-aholic.
I was listening to “Francene” on WHAS Radio Monday morning, the first business day since the House of Representatives passed a comprehensive bill that, if allowed to remain relati
Summary of My Discontent
So, I’ve been working on my personal style. For most of my 20s and 30s, my signature look consisted of a ponytail, ripped jeans and flannel shirts.
John Timmons doesn’t provide health insurance to his employees. Never has.
Poor November. It’s a month without a color, a month without a cause. Sure, Thanksgiving is fun, what with the Macy’s Parade, the turkey and the pie.
“There exists a type of phenomenon, even more mysterious than telepathy or precognition, which has puzzled man since the dawn of mythology: the seemingly accidental meeting of two un
I was honored to be invited to the White House for the Green Energy Economy Forum to discuss “American competitiveness in the clean energy economy” two weeks ago.
Like every Metro Police officer does at the end of her training, Lisa Nagle had to come up with a project that would teach her commanding officers something new.
Fables of the Deconstruction
I have coined a word. I am hoping to have it appear in Webster’s Dictionary someday.
A group of people — mostly men, mostly white, hovering about middle age — have gathered around a slick placard bearing details of a new plan to gentrify a mostly industrial and fo