I do not call them resolutions. Resolutions are for the United Nations and for earnest people who keep it super positive and are gonna kickass in the new year and lose ten pounds and learn Portuguese and finish a novel.
civil society
A river runs through us
Depending on where you’re standing, we either live in a bucolic aquatic paradise or a post-apocalyptic industrial wasteland.
Taking the temperature on American healthcare
We need a Surgeon General who isn’t some quack in scrubs waving a box of Band-Aids and some fake diet pills.
Bugg Blow tells it like it is
We talk a bit about how deeply rooted the dysfunction is and how ‘everyone’ knew former police chief and recent convicted felon Willie Lovett helped along the cycle.
All hail the porcelain throne
There are so few things that humanity has gotten right thus far, and good municipal sanitation infrastructure is a paragon.
Tangled up in a view
Lord knows, our places need saviors. If not for the Historic Savannah Foundation and the efforts of SCAD, our downtown might have been razed long ago for one massive Family Dollar circle of hell.
Feelin’ Slidelucky? (Well, are ya, punk?)
Everyone will bring something delicious to share, and after we’ve stuffed ourselves silly, we’ll all settle in to look at some slides of cool art, possibly made by the same person who brought the wasabi artichoke dip.
Bag the plastic, Tybee
U.S. bag bans have already passed in Chicago, the Outer Banks and the entire state of California. Tybee Island’s would set the precedent in Georgia.
Harbor Deepening: Like it or not, change is gonna come
If dealing with SHEP contractors is anything like remodeling a bathroom, don’t hold your breath for a finished harbor. Unless you have access to a personal-sized Speece cone.
Enveloped in the Beloved Community
Keeping the ‘social’ in social change” is the rallying cheer that continues to buoy the story of Waddie Welcome.
Decriminalizing childhood
Middle school is when some fool with drugs, others become preoccupied with the opposite sex. Me, I decided to call in a bomb threat to my junior high.
Around the fire with Michael W. Twitty
I don’t know if he’s the only gay, black, Jewish culinarian in the entire world, but this gent is definitely my kind of unicorn.
