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The fun couple, Christina and Jeff: Spare us the high-fives, please.

Why I despise the Eagles

A yuppie treadmill, or: Why I despise the Philadelphia Eagles

I watch every Philadelphia Eagles game religiously, hoping in my inner heart that they will lose. From their yuppie owner to their corporate coach to their passionless quarterback, is this a team you really want to root for?
Bob Ingram

Bob Ingram

Essays 4 minute read
Former Pew fellow Pupi Legarreta: Would he qualify today?

The Pew Fellowships go top-down

A vision derailed: The Pew giveth, and the Pew taketh away

Under a visionary program, since 1991 the Pew Fellowships have distributed $12 million directly to 237 outstanding and singular artists, many of whom would have been overlooked by establishment "experts" if not allowed to submit their own applications. But under the Pew's newly announced procedures, deserving artists must wait to be anointed by a panel of 30 anonymous nominators. If there's a good reason for this change, the Pew hasn't revealed it.
Jonathan M. Stein

Jonathan M. Stein

Essays 8 minute read
Do I look like someone with Alzheimer's?

My health care Catch-22

No good deed goes unpunished: Your health care system in peace and war

Like a Good Wife I worried that I might have inherited my poor mother's Alzheimer's. So I went to see a neurologist, who gave me a clean bill of health. Big mistake.

Reed Stevens

Essays 3 minute read
Cuno: 'Culture knows no borders.'

Antiquity, looters and the Penn Museum

Who owns antiquity? James Cuno enters the Penn snake pit

Who are the best stewards of ancient artifacts— enlightened Western curators whose museums stole the loot long ago, or dictators of Third World lands where the treasures were originally found? James Cuno of the Chicago Art Institute (who believes the former) confronts the Penn Museum (which favors the latter).
Richard Carreño

Richard Carreño

Essays 6 minute read
A civilian army scales the wall, November 1989: Not a shot was fired.

Berlin's lesson in peaceful revolution

Lest we forget: Unsung heroes of the Berlin Wall

As the world marks the fall of the Berlin Wall, let's not forget the real heroes of that revolutionary moment”“ neither Reagan nor Gorbachev, but East Berliners themselves, who left their weapons home to confront one of the world's most heavily-guarded borders.
Matthew Jakubowski

Matthew Jakubowski

Essays 3 minute read
'From my dreams, I would wake screaming.' (Above: 'The Scream,' by Edward Munch.)

Aftermath of an accident

In fits and starts: The long journey to recovery

At first I thought myself lucky to survive a horrendous auto accident. My scars and broken bones have healed with the passage of time. But the memory loss, the rage, the inability to articulate my feelings— those have lingered much longer.
Amy Small-McKinney

Amy Small-McKinney

Essays 6 minute read

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While giving birth, she held off an Indian attack.

My great-grandmother grows younger

Cornelia's portrait: While I grow older, she grows younger

When I was a child, my pioneer great-grandmother seemed very old and insufferably proper. Now that I'm older than she was, she looks positively youthful, and I can imagine the two of us having a nice sit-down on the sofa.

Reed Stevens

Essays 4 minute read

Memory, loss, and the '50 Phillies

Defeat on the field, death in the family

A year after the Phillies lost the 1950 World Series, my younger sister died of leukemia. My parents did their limited best to cope with their loss, and so did the Phillies.
Bob Levin

Bob Levin

Essays 6 minute read
The author (left) as hero, Fieldston School, New York, 1954: 'I feel like someone else.'

The winning basket (a memoir)

One fleeting taste of glory

When I scored the winning the basket, the sense of power was briefly overwhelming— which taught me something about athletes today.

John L. Erlich

Essays 1 minute read
Shibe Park, circa 1945: Fringe benefits for the neighbors.

The Phillies and my father: A memoir

They warmed my heart, and broke my father's

My father rarely missed a Phillies game, even during spring training. Year after year, they broke his heart. When I imagine how happy he'd be with this year's team, I miss him more than ever.

Marge Murray

Essays 5 minute read