Libraries are like supermarkets for the soul.

Imagine the disappointment of getting ready to put on civilian clothes and walk out a prison gate and then being told, “Oh, never mind.”

Some teens will come to school suffering from a black eye or emotional pain from sexual harassment or domestic violence.

Last week, I sat in the small Texas town of Santa Fe and listened to a mother tell me how a gunman killed her son as the teen hunkered in a classroom closet.

Their skin is brown; mine’s white. They embrace socialism; I love capitalism. Their parents were born elsewhere; mine were born in Illinois. They live in big cities; I was reared on a farm.

It is promised that when one door closes another will open.

When I first heard that folks were protesting in front of a Lutheran church, I couldn’t help but wonder about what transgression they were protesting.

When I hear the word “layoff,” the same image always comes to mind.

A bill sits on Gov. J.B. Pritzker’s desk that would make Illinois the first in the nation to regulate the use of artificial intelligence (AI) in job interviews.

After being elected to the Illinois Legislature in 1936, Richard J. Daley would do the same thing every morning in Springfield.

I got my Father’s Day gift early this year.

As we reflect on the 75th anniversary of the Allied landings in Normandy, many Americans still inadequately grasp why this day, of all days in World War II, was so important.

“Let me tell you about the very rich. They are different from you and me. They possess and enjoy early, and it does something to them, makes them soft where we are hard, and cynical where we are trustful, in a way that, unless you were born rich, it is very difficult to understand.”

Well, it’s that time of year again—parents are sharing photos of their handsome sons and pretty daughters all dolled up for prom.

Over the last 30 years, I’ve met plenty of characters in newsrooms, but by far my favorite was a reporter by the name of Joel Kirkpatrick.

Recently, I found a time capsule of sorts stashed away in the loft of a barn.

Do you ever talk to yourself when you’re alone?

“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?”

For over 20 years, I was a member of an ensemble that provided music at the annual Irish Mass at St. Barnabas Roman Catholic Church.

“Daddy, I want a “smart refrigerator.”

Political courage is a rare commodity in Springfield, and new ideas are rarer still.

A short while ago, Americans heard a member of President Trump’s cabinet discuss the impact of the government shutdown, observing that the lost salaries involved amounted to only one-third of 1 percent of the gross domestic product.

If fond memories give credence to the value of a Catholic education, the robust turnout on Jan. 26 for an alumni clash between Leo and host Br. Rice implied that new memories are in the offing for decades.

Sometimes you find hope in unexpected places.

Let me get this straight—former Gov. Bruce Rauner spent more than $50 million of his own money to keep a job he really didn’t want?

Am I the only Illinoisan who is experiencing deja vu when it comes to the latest antics in Washington?

Sometimes the only thing a troubled teenager needs is an encouraging word and an adult who is willing to listen.

When you are a young man, 20 years seems like a long time.

Recently, the University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign announced it purchased a $60-million insurance policy to protect against a potential drop in tuition revenue from Chinese students.

A new governor has been elected, and soon after he takes the oath of office in January, he will learn that mathematics can be quite unkind.

The purpose behind an award given each year to former Dominican University students uniquely summarizes the life mission of one of its recipients.

There is no place more miserable to be on Thanksgiving Day than in a buffet line in a Las Vegas casino.

I found myself sitting on a chair much too small recently and addressing individuals younger than myself as “mister” or “missus.”

My mother’s breathing was ragged.

Everywhere we turn these days, we are inundated with political ads with the right talking points: create good jobs, reduce the out-migration of our population and improve the economic vitality of our communities throughout the state.

Imagine a classroom full of bright, inquisitive college students who have no idea who Pontius Pilate was or have never heard the story of Noah’s Ark.

I don’t feel much like being a Republican or a Democrat.

They ignored the warning signs and rebuffed critics.

Whose word is less reliable, a jailhouse snitch’s or Gov. Bruce Rauner’s?

When I saw two Confederate flags flapping from the bed of a pickup recently in Springfield, I groaned.

As a teenager, I was frequently told, “The customer is always right.”

During the 1987 International Special Olympics at the University of Notre Dame, legendary sportswriter Bob Verdi quietly arrived in South Bend, Ind., and came away with a perspective lost on struggling scribes trying to meet deadlines with typewriters and hotel fax machines.

I was driving with my family across Iowa on the night of the Fourth of July when fireworks erupted all around us.

For more than two decades, partisan polarization has been an increasingly powerful force in American politics.

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