Stacia Friedman

This is the time of year I usually indulge in a shopper's "high," taking my credit cards out for a joy ride, selecting gifts for family and friends. Not after this election.

If liberals suffer the delusion that those who don't share our values are inferior beings, we are not just getting down in the mud with them. We are drinking poisoned Kool-Aid

When I first heard of Spruce Street Harbor Park, I thought: Cool — they are finally doing something about the boring concrete expanse that is Penn's Landing.