Now is the time to demand a ceasefire, the rebuilding of Gaza for Gazans, the right of return for Palestinians living for generations as refugees, the establishment of a peace and reconciliation process to foster a country of one people living according to international law.
I always thought of South Berkshire as a healthy place to live. Evidently, many agreed and fled here during COVID. Land and house prices skyrocketed because of what we preserved and protected.
Maybe we humans are too selfish or shortsighted to look past our next meals to the future of the planet, or the killing of sentient beings to feed ourselves.
Why would people in South County continue to make contributions to a hospital system that has no interest in supporting our local hospital if the funds can be diverted toward other communities?
While the openness to experience compassion and empathy can be painful, it is the only act that can bring realignment with our moral and ethical compasses.
made the choice to become a faculty member at a college where I believe I can make a difference in the lives of my students. I do not regret that choice, but I should not be marginalized for making that choice.
We are dedicated to assisting our neighbors who face food insecurity, but, at the same time, we are also facing the double challenge of more mouths to feed and rising costs to do so.
The future only looks desolate, unless both sides of the struggle in the Middle East decide that survival of the region is more significant than body counts.
The simple tweak to the Massachusetts code proposed here would be to empower judges to make an equitable determination whether a de minimis defense should reasonably prevent eviction.
When the ideological extremes of both sides dictate policy, the great majority of both populations who want a peaceful resolution are ignored and discounted for zealotry.
There have been tragic mistakes on both sides, but they are not driven by moral deficiency. Rather, what we are seeing at work is humanity's lack of free will.
Hunter and Jared—two greasy, over-indulged, opportunistic sons who parlayed their proximity to the presidency into the acquisition of personal wealth. There is simply no other way to describe them: They are icky. Icky, but not the same.
In my mind’s eye, I see a line of skeptical, even horrified faces, friends who wouldn’t get waist deep in the Green River on a scorcher in July, much less any day in late October.
