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Saying No to a Bitter End

By Stacia Friedman» I grew up in a secular Jewish family in which death did not exist. We children were not allowed to go to funerals or cemeteries. We had no concept of Heaven, other than a once-a-year excursion to the Concord Hotel in the Catskills where we were allowed to stay up late and hear comedians tell obscene jokes with Yiddish punchlines. Even better, there was no Hell. At least not after my parents put my sister and me in separate bedrooms. So what happens when we die? "Nothing," said my father, the doctor. "It's like unplugging a TV." I accepted this with an air of superiority. When religious friends of all stripes spoke wistfully of dear, departed relatives being "in a better place," I rolled my eyes. (Comments)

Day in the Life: The Funeral Director

By Ada Kulesza» The story of violence in the city can be told many ways. First, there are the numbers: 320 killed so far this year, many of them young, black men. In each case, someone must enter the scene to tend to the burial of the body, the grief of the family, the simple logistics of death. As part of our Day in the Life series, we visit one such person, Khaijah Alderman, a funeral director who works in North Philadelphia. (Comments)

Fitting In

By Natasha Kingston» "Are you sure you want to look at houses in that area?" Mark asked, one eyebrow raised. "I'm not sure that you in there." James and I looked at one another uncertainly. I am sure Mark, our real estate agent, thought we were reconsidering the area, but the truth was that we were reconsidering hiring him. "We won't know until we see it," I said finally. "I don't want to rule anything out this soon; it's a five-hour drive from Connecticut, so we should see as many houses as possible while here in Philly." "Fair enough," Mark agreed reluctantly. He climbed into his car, and James and I got back into ours. We had no sooner shut the door when James blurted out, "What the hell was that? Was he saying what I thought he was saying?" "Yeah. I'm pretty sure he was," I replied heavily. "Whatever, we're here now; we just have to make the best of it." As we left Center City and started to head up to Germantown Avenue, James started to shift uneasily in (Comments)

Time to Think Big

As Ryan Briggs' piece on City Council makes clear, that body tends to think small.  It is also better at reacting than acting. That's about par for the course when it comes to the legislative branch. In America, big and bold... (Comments)

Leaving on a Jet Plane?

Negotiation of long-delayed contracts with city workers.  Implementation of the controversial plan to reassess all real estate. Stemming the rise in violent crimes.  Balancing a city budget that threatens to wobble off the tracks. Those are just a few of... (Comments)

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