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Personally, I love the idea of universal health care... But I have been accused of being a socialist. Is that really a bad thing? Why is socialism still a dirty word in America?

Six picketers from the Westboro Baptist Church, based in Topeka, Kan., stood outside the Cooperman Jewish Community Center on Northfield Avenue in West Orange last Tuesday. The Westboro group, which is opposed to gays, Jews, the US army, and President Obama, spent 30 minutes in West Orange on its two-day tour of New Jersey, which [...]

On Monday October 12, 2009, I was confronted with the question, “Do you really want to be here?”  The question, asked by one of my peers, was so relevant to all aspects of my current life.  The school year begun, and classes as usual began to intensify before my classmates and I shook off the [...]

Throughout the campaign Barack Obama argued that a vote for John McCain was a vote for a Bush third term and thus he stood for something different. In many ways this stance was legitimate, since becoming president, Obama has campaigned for universal health care, cap and trade, and a foreign policy based on direct diplomacy, [...]

Ada E. Yonath shares the prize for chemistry

Video and full transcript of Israel's captive soldier.

Read Netanyahu's talk to the United Nations.

This past summer, two women with overstuffed suitcases and plenty of college books piled into a big red minivan for a weeklong college road trip.

I hadn’t really thought about what would happen once I actually got into college. For nearly two years, it had only been about that — making it to the day where I’d have my “Congratulations!” letter in my hands.

I have a kvutza — an age group — a group of people out there who care about me and for me, 12 individuals, a secret all to myself, a little piece of my heart and soul.

Last summer, many incoming seniors immersed themselves in college visits, attempting to search for their “perfect fit.” And as if the agenda isn’t already bustling, there’s also the looming challenge of college applications.

I always wonder what people see when they look in the mirror. Do they see their true reflections? Or, more frequently, is it the blemishes and imperfections from their head down?

The rooftop is flat and covered in stone. I walk up two flights of stairs from my grandmother LaliKoch’s apartment. A group of people are gathered there, a special place that looks upon Bangalore, India

July 23, 2009 — a date which will live in infamy. Forty-four politicians and rabbis were arrested on bribery, money laundering, and corruption charges on that one day.

You stare at the LCD screen of your computer, making sure to update your Facebook page at least once every five minutes. Tick Tock Tick Tock.

The wind howls and whistles as she moves, No stopping is permitted, All the noise, Yelling and screaming, She gasps for air

Flowing like a wave from a beautiful sea Toward the ground they fly and sit calm, steady Glowing in a mound of red and yellow.

two windows draped with gossamer curtains, letting in muted light that brushes the silhouette of the girl; the top of her calf illuminated, while the rest falls into shadow.

Black fades into navy You see the outline of the outline of the fields Azure into turquoise Now the dew glistens in the growing patches of light

We were in Lauren’s house - the area of the lakefront shaded by tall oaks. The flat rocks that hugged the sand were Lauren’s furniture.