When I was about seven years old, on my first trip to Haiti, I remember seeing skinny, dark-skinned girls sweeping front paths, carrying buckets of water on their heads and hoisting heavy bins, while other children their age walked to…

I love my right to free speech as much as the next blogger and being a journalist, I happen to be a big fan of the US Bill of Rights. The problem is, those rights are extended to ignorant and…

I’ve told my eldest son several times that pirates are not real, which is pretty much true since the parrot-toting, one-eyed characters in his books don’t really exist. The problem is, my son has caught on to the fact that…