Happy Swipe Season! You can now catch me and my crew outside the Lenoir escalator asking for a ride up to free tots, Monday through Sunday.
In high school, I assessed my personal worth against others quantitatively. My self-esteem could have been reduced to a mathematical formula based on my class rank, the number of girls I kissed in the past six months, how I was performing in soccer games and one or two other marginal factors.
I was in Alabama for a job interview when I learned about the brutal killing of Deah Barakat, Yusor Abu-Salha and Razan Abu-Salha.
Dear Mama, ?This is my belated Valentine’s Day letter to you, and to all of the mothers who do not get enough credit.
The run up to the Super Bowl showcases an annual re-up in the tight bond between the sports world and American troops abroad. Although the extreme pressure of the occasion brought the Seahawks and Patriots to blows Sunday night, the teams were aligned in their admiration of the troops.
We are living in an important time when the justice system is beginning to be publicly scrutinized. At stake are questions of race, class and innocence.
In 2011, I joined voters in Durham and enthusiastically approved the half-cent tax ballot to raise funds for light rail transportation. The following November, Orange County voters approved funding, and plans were drawn for a 17-mile rail from UNC Hospitals to East Durham. Spearheaded by Triangle Transit, the project is expected to be completed in 2025.
Want to know how the state of North Carolina would treat you after admitting it held you captive for three decades in its most notorious prison for a murder you did not commit? I learned while watching my father, Ken Rose, represent Henry McCollum, a death row exoneree.
Two months have passed since Michael Brown, an 18-year-old black man, was killed by Darren Wilson, a white police officer, in Ferguson, Missouri.
