Stacia Friedman

On Independence Day, Philadelphians and tourists will flock to Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell, to gaze in awe at fireworks and to ...

When the silverback gorilla Harambe was killed in May at the Cincinnati Zoo, I thought of Massa, the 400-pound gorilla at the Philadelphi ...

As a kid, my favorite day was Sunday. That’s when I accompanied my parents to Moskowitz’s Bakery on 60th Street in West Phill ...

Having grown up in Center City, I am guilty of jaded indifference to many of our local treasures. ...

This isn’t the first time that a particular group was perceived as a threat to “our way of life.” In the 1940s, America ...

When I heard there was going to be a Philadelphia tribute to folksinger Phil Ochs, I had to attend. Ochs provided the soundtrack to my hi ...

“What kind of man are you looking for?” said Jenny as we picked over Greek salads at a neighborhood BYOB. No one had a ...

Anyone who has lost a furry companion — be it a cat, a dog, or a hirsute husband — knows that it’s never simply a matter of getting ...

The postcard came in the mail right before Valentine’s Day. I wasn’t wearing my reading glasses, but I could tell at a glance ...

The 2016 presidential race is not the first to embrace the concept of replacing professionals (i.e., “Washington insiders”) w ...

Science has spoken. It’s not my fault that money flows through my hands like, well, money. I can blame my ancestors. According to a stu ...

I recently made the mistake of commenting on Hillary Clinton’s weight. Oops. I had inadvertently committed that most grievous sin, ...