Among my first spoken words was "Ollie," learned from Mom, who would say Dad's name at the side of my crib. Until my teens, I called Dad "Ollie," and even some of the neighborhood kids did, too. He didn't mind, but one might

As I wake each morning, I tell myself, "Thank you God for another day, may I encounter smiles on people's faces." I walk to school and I run into a lot of students. Sadly, I can tell some are hurting inside. I wonder about their story and i

The corner house got my attention immediately. Nicely landscaped and with a well-manicured lawn, it had three late-model cars parked in front, two of them General Motors products.

"Tell me where it hurts," the voice said.

We've all heard that sometimes in life there are no second chances.

Some greetings, salutations, and other forms of address assume a particular character after repeated and extended use. They become part of our involuntary vocabulary, those terms and phrases we use in general conversation without thinking about the implic

I grew up racist and was too dumb to know it. Didn't I go to school with "Negro" kids? Sell The Fresno Bee with Mexican and Portagee buddies?

Since 1986, on the third Monday in January, the nation celebrates the birth, life and legacy of the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr., an American hero, world historic figure and prophet of nonviolence.

As technology develops and we continue to be inundated with information, some argue that libraries are not necessary because everything we need is available online or on mobile devices.