Recently, while attending a luncheon at a Cleveland party center, I stopped by the bar to ask about tipping policies. I do this because I learned a decade ago that sticking a tip into a jar does not necessarily mean the gratuity goes to the person who is serving you. This is true where you […]
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Connie Schultz: With Pope Francis, Time got it just right
In choosing Pope Francis as its Person of the Year, Time magazine dared to commit an almost unthinkable act in modern-day journalism. It chose to celebrate hope — and civility. A key phrase in its long cover story, written by Howard Chua-Eoan and Elizabeth Dias: “This new Pope may have found a way out of […]
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Connie Schultz: Start planning holidays now, for the children’s sake
I needed lumber, and Charlie was the guy who delivered it, which is how we ended up standing in my garage chatting about hometowns and families until, out of nowhere, we started talking about life after divorce. Divorce that, in both cases, sliced up our families many years ago. No matter. One word and the […]
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Connie Schultz: Let’s ban the book banners instead
“We substituted good grammar for intellect; we switched habits to simulate maturity; we rearranged lies and called it truth, seeing in the new pattern of an old idea the Revelation and the World.” — Toni Morrison, “The Bluest Eye” Regular readers know how proud I am to be born and raised in Ohio, but sometimes […]
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Connie Schultz: Written from my perch of privilege
In 2002, Michael Green extracted a single promise from me during the year I spent reporting about his life after he spent 13 years in prison for a rape he did not commit. Green, who is African-American, knew I’d be giving a lot of speeches about his story, including at high schools in Cleveland. He […]
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Connie Schultz: Another guilt trip for working moms
How many times a year do I do this? I’ve lost count. Bright and early, I march to the second-floor closet and vow that this is the day I will cull the boxes of family memories piled to the ceiling. I yank the door open and sigh with disgust: What a mess. I pull out […]