Based on what I’m seeing daily in the mainstream media (and in some of our recent Super Bowl ads) it appears that it has now become racist/xenophobic (if not downright evil) to deny illegal immigrants U.S. residence — including most of the benefits of citizenship. READ
It’s always a trip, literally and figuratively, to visit my adult kids in California. When we’re together, our conversations gravitate to the “remember whens.” Our individual recollections vacillate widely: joyful, hilarious or downright sad. This visit, we reminisced about “Christmas past” — a season we shared in another time and place, a lifetime ago. READ
It may seem clichéd to say I love reading The Onion, the satirical news website with headlines like “Wall Street Executive Telling Friend How Amazing It Is To See Clinton Live,” but alas it’s true. READ
This election year has been strange and unsettling — and not just because some members of my family are considering self-deportation in the event of a Republican victory.
Last Aug. 26, my father, lifelong Orient resident Stewart W. Y. Horton, died suddenly at age 80. His passing left a hole in my heart that has been slow to heal. READ
Friday, Aug. 5, was a big day. I had it marked down on my calendar for months, as if I might forget. LOL. No chance of that happening.
How could one overlook the greatest sports day of the year (or more accurately, four years), the official start of the Olympic Games in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil?
I cried earlier this week.
It was Sunday, the first full day I would be leaving little Nora Jane Parpan — born May 19 at a healthy 7 pounds, 1 ounce — in someone else’s care following 12 weeks of maternity leave. READ
In three weeks the world’s greatest athletes will take center stage at the XXXI Olympiad in Rio de Janeiro, a grand spectacle that will seize our nation’s attention and captivate us with unforgettable moments. From the swimming pool to gymnastics mats, a new group of American athletes will become heroes. READ
Although we all are North Fork nationalists, we are part of a larger world. Really. This time of year, with the Glorious Fourth upon us, is a time to remember that e pluribus unum. READ
A few weeks ago, my friend Lizzie texted me about joining her at Mountain Jam, a four-day outdoor music festival in Hunter, N.Y., June 2-5. At the time, I was sitting on my couch watching “Chopped” reruns on the Food Network, so I eagerly agreed to go. READ