We don't need weapons to protect ourselves from crime. We need laws to protect ourselves from weapons.

I always feel that the real start of the year is the school year. And true to form, I am doing some restructuring.

Here am I emotionally vacillating between unasked for tears and a "Yes, I can do this" mentality.

I find myself very, very, very disturbed by the incident of immolation on Albany Street last week.

And there we were, just like a movie. Kids, as usual, running through my office, much screaming and yelling (also usual) but there were the two of them sitting on my couch talking.

A young black male in a dance class at SPAC is a world away from a young black male on Hamilton Hill.

Remembering the 10-year-old girl who died in the house fire, and hoping we can avoid similar tragedies.

This blog is dedicated to a young dog (under a year) who's fallen on hard times.

I would like to be the Pied Piper and drive through the streets and pick up every single child who is lonely or crying or frightened.

The people of Hamilton Hill need more block parties like the one held last week.