Stacia Friedman

Gain space in your closet while improving the quality of life for someone less fortunate.

I’m not a mom. But I am a daughter, sister, and aunt committed to changing my status from passive observer to activist against mass shootings.

Why should a man’s political affiliation determine how swiftly he is judged in the court of public opinion and terminated from his job?

I had lost my own mother to dementia years ago and know the signs. It's as if Adele, at 92, is in a holding pattern. No longer “here,” but not yet gone.

When my cat went to her Great Reward 18 months ago, I told myself, “Never again!” And then, one day, out of the blue, I made the call. “Linda? I’m ready to adopt a cat."

When my friend Bonnie told me she received a three-page letter in the mail, it piqued my interest. Who writes anything longer than a twee ...

“You eat like a bird,” said a woman I barely knew. She eyed the half scone I had left on my plate contemptuously, while dabbi ...

I now know why people feel compelled to travel. It isn’t for love of the open road, exotic adventure or an overwhelming desire for ...

A Jew and two Arabs walk into a room. They play beautiful music together, erasing the cultural, political, and religious boundaries that ...

When the Free Library put out a call for Philadelphia artists who are "seeking a wider audience for their work and would like to get paid for it," I was hopeful.

As I inch my car around the Art Museum circle, through a maze of orange cones and forklifts, I try to remember why this is happening. Why ...

It was 3 a.m. I sat up in bed, disoriented. A man and a woman were shouting. Then I heard a loud thud, followed by a banging sound, as if furniture was being moved.