‘Savannah is a melting pot. So many cultures, so many religions, people stand up for each other,’ muses Rose Salameh.
The (Civil) Society Column
This is the morning we rise up singing (Or, things aren’t going to be OK, and that’s OK)
A lot of naps and Vitamin C packets later, I’ve managed to get my boots back on, but my legs are shaking at the world to be faced.
Fiber optic broadband for all? A Special Report
AS A wide-eyed nerd raised on William Gibson’s seminal 1984 sci-fi novel Neuromancer, I was pretty sure we’d be able to download information straight to our brains at the speed […]
What we do now
No matter how the numbers get crunched up and spit out by those voting machines tonight, we’re going to wake up tomorrow to a new President, and it’s going to seem like the end of the world to somebody.
Planned Parenthood celebrates 100 years of access and advocacy—and a new clinic in Savannah
While other clinics have shuttered, Savannah’s has the rare distinction of doubling—maybe even tripling—its patient load.
Hail the Hurricane Heroes (that’s you!)
The silver lining may be faint, but it’s there. The elevated sense of community and caring that emerged in the days after the storm continues to reverberate as the weeks go by.
The stars according to Bobby Zarem
One columnist once described him as “more connected than a set of deluxe Legos. ”
Should we stay or should we go?
Flummoxed by the thought of merging with several hundred thousand drivers who can’t even handle coming off the Truman at rush hour or facing a wall of seawater, we remained in flux.
Sex trafficking’s unholy tour
The issue first came out of the shadows in 2014 when Operation Dark Night busted one of the largest known trafficking rings in Georgia history at a Southside home, sentencing 23 people to prison and rescued a dozen young women from an indentured horror that had them performing as many as 40 sex acts a day.
The plot thickens at the Library
LOOKING FOR a harrowing tale of drama and suspense, with just the right touch of absurdity? Look no further than your public library. And I’m not talking in a literary […]
Miriam Center & Me!
As we f-bomb the hell out of the early afternoon graveyard hebetude, I marvel that couched in the rounded vowels of Miriam’s elegant Savannah drawl, profanity somehow comes out sounding musical.
