The jury verdict in the Trayvon Martin case has generated much public comment.
On one end of the spectrum are those who say George Zimmerman should be held legally responsible for the death of Martin.
The other end of the spectrum includes those who say Zimmerman was legally justified in defending himself.
It was a Saturday in early January when Joy, a 45-year-old Northampton resident, found a lump in her right breast.
She shared her story to help readers understand the importance of the Relay for Life and the American Cancer Society programs it funds.
The following Monday, Joy, a single mother of two boys ages 13 and 16, saw her doctor. A mammogram and ultrasound revealed an abnormally shaped lump in her right breast and a suspicious node on her right side.
People who are employed in the service industry, especially waiters and waitresses, work hard for the small base pay and tips they rely on for income.
That is why I have authored legislation to ensure they are treated fairly when it comes to those hard-earned tips.
Currently, in Pennsylvania, when customers choose to pay their bill with a credit card, it is common practice for credit card companies to charge business owners a 3- to 4-percent fee per transaction.
An article I read recently concerning the Food and Drug Administration's new limits on arsenic in apple juice has only confirmed my belief we should pay closer attention to where our food and drinks originate.
According to the article published July 12 on Foxnews.com, the FDA is changing the amount of arsenic allowed after more than a year of public pressure from consumer groups worried about the contaminant's effect on children.
In an FDA news release published the same day, the agency said it is allowing 10 parts per billion for inorganic arsenic in apple juice.
Sports Illustrated magazine for a while ran a regular feature called "Sport – Not a Sport" in which writers debated whether certain activities, such as cheerleading, ice dancing or synchronized swimming were really sports.
While those examples are certainly debatable, at least they all involve some level of physical proficiency and effort.
But there's one activity that is televised, on ESPN2 no less, every Fourth of July that is most emphatically NOT a sport – the disgusting spectacle called the hot dog eating contest.
Founding Father Benjamin Franklin, who wrote this chiasmus, "Eat to live, don't live to eat" in "Poor Richard's Almanack" (1732-1758) would probably agree with Julia Swan's sentiments on what she calls "the disgusting spectacle" of hot dog eating contests.
I, however, owing to my heritage, (Yes, I do blame my Italian grandparents, great-grandparents and all the Middle Paleolithic relatives from the Italian Peninsula for my being just a "bit" overweight) don't have such a caustic view of "overeating" as a sport.
I was trying on clothes at a local department store recently when I heard a male voice.
Putting my own clothing back on, I opened the stall door to find a young couple discussing clothing the woman was trying on. They were not just near the dressing room. They were well inside it.
"This is a woman's dressing room," I said. "You need to leave."
The man didn't argue but his girlfriend got angry and, when I refused to back down, she called me "crazy" and stormed out saying, "I guess I'll have to go change in the men's room."
What qualities should Allentown's next police chief possess?
That interesting question recently was put to city residents by Mayor Ed Pawlowski, who will choose a new top cop in the fall.
My husband and I attended the mayor's information-gathering meeting and were disappointed with the relatively sparse turnout.
The attitude of folks who didn't plan to attend seemed to be, as one neighbor put it, "It makes no difference who's in charge. Nothing will change."
Summer is the season of Lions.
Let me explain.
My father was a dedicated member of the Lower Lehigh Lions and summer, in my memory at least, was the season when the Lions' calendar got in full swing. Bookended by flea market and garage sales in May and September, the summer calendar included my dad's shifts at breakfasts at Macungie Memorial Park and stints at Wheels of Time and Das Awkscht Fescht.
Our home phone number was among those listed to "make reservations or for more information" for various events.
The terrorists seem to be winning the war against the American way of life, one catastrophe at a time.
Following the horrible 9-11 attacks, we cued up in airport security lines, having our luggage scanned, packing lotions and shampoos in Ziploc bags and leaving our pocket knives at home.
When a self-proclaimed al-Qaida operative fashioned a bomb in a shoe and tried to ignite it on a flight, we began removing our shoes for inspection in those airport lines. (I was relieved when, after the thwarted attempt by the "underwear bomber," we were allowed to keep our skivvies on.)