Guestwords

Not only is life better when we live to chase the question mark, questions drive us to be creative.

I have the teaching experience, the education, and the dedication, but I have no gun. So why do I want a gun? Let me count the ways . . .

With sensible legislation, the gun violence afflicting too many of our neighborhoods and schools doesn't have to be routine. Kids don't have to keep dying. (Guestwords by State Assemblyman Fred W. Thiele Jr.)

In his hard-knocks early years, Rocky Graziano was headed for a life of nothing but crime and incarceration, but the legendary puncher turned it around, winning the middleweight crown in 1947, earning a parade and a telegram from President Truman.

In the mountains there is no doubt as to global warming’s effects: Glaciers that were once tourist attractions have disappeared and famous peaks like Eiger and Matterhorn are coming apart.

In January I was sentenced for protesting the black bear hunt in New Jersey. I hope my experience proves useful.

I don’t need to be reminded I’m getting old when I’m on a pleasant afternoon jaunt shopping for dinner with friends in blissful, if temporary, obliviousness to the passage of time and the nearness of death.

Ah, the largely independent joys of this thing they call an apartnership.

If you knew what’s really in those detergents and softeners, you might change your laundry routine forever.

In hindsight, the Beatles were as Nobel worthy as Bob Dylan or Albert Einstein. Original, thoughtful, creative rebels, they rejected what came before them.

Bernadette Peters with me in the audience? On two opening nights 20 years apart? And now she’s got her own opening night in “Hello, Dolly!” on Jan. 20.

A First Congressional District candidate with a scientific background emphasizes environmental protection.

If “battling cancer” has long been a misguided metaphor, it seems spectacularly inapposite in connection with the redoubtable John McCain.

Will we no longer be able to read or see work by thieves like Jean Genet, sex offenders like Roman Polanski, or bigots like Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot?

It's time to get back to the divinity who inspired us originally — to love and forgiveness, to turning the other cheek and total nonviolence.

When I was diagnosed with lymphoma eight years ago, my search for strength and solace involved bringing as much music into my life as possible.

In the wake of Brown v. Board of Education, a grad student's deep dive into the question of equal protection vis-a-vis the integration of public schools.

During this 200th anniversary of Henry David Thoreau's birth, let's rededicate ourselves to the high value he placed on childhood.

I don’t think I can take another Thanksgiving with my overzealous, politically inclined relatives.

We don’t need Facebook or Twitter to teach us about the timeless harassment of women. Just open up the Bible.

Lessons from the Block Island Wind Farm apply to the Deepwater plan off Montauk.

The floral odyssey across northeastern Pennsylvania was part of a master plan to help my mother forget her fading body.

We are faced with a senseless one-stop shopping order that treats us like irresponsible children.

Memories of chasing stars, after-parties, and a plane falling from the sky at the Hamptons International Film Festival.

For a while I liked having the fine art catalogs around, for making collages and turning into Christmas cards. The problem, of course, was the prices.

Where is that wayward but always underfoot shadow of a dog? And can a brother be forgiven for believing his late sister lives on in her pet?

I just lost a good bit of the sight in one eye, and in this ephemeral time of adaptation my brain is learning how to weave information together in a new way.

The oceans absorb about a third of the carbon dioxide emitted from burning fossil fuels, making seawater more acidic and in turn impairing shell formation and stressing corals.

If a renewed appreciation for home is the criterion, then my cruise last summer was an A+, a proverbial 10 out of 10, Success with a capital S.

For the last 23 years, first thing every morning and last thing every night, I check up on my fantasy baseball team — good news, bad news, mixed bag.