Opinion

A "no-kill" expert tries to save the city's animal control contractor from its own worst mistakes.

Is SEPTA playing gender police?

First, Sylvie. An hour ago my cat Sylvie was yowling in discomfort and confusion, but now she looks positively regal. She crosses her paws—one shaved to accommodate the IV through which the vet will inject a lethal overdose of anesthetic—and stares serenely into the middle distance. Meanwhile, I’m a blubbering wreck. I’m...

  “Those who do not belong to It, and whose native land It is not, cannot endure It. The One who sits there at the Lands End to guard the gates is called Dark Surt. He has a flaming sword, and at the end of the world He will come, He will...

The first thing Richard Bennett noticed when he got off the plane in Kuwait almost six years ago was the smell, a smell of dust and unending sand, utterly devoid of water. It was a strange concept for the native Jamaican. Years later Bennett still looks the part of a soldier–serious, with...

  The release of Murdered by Mumia: A Life Sentence of Loss, Pain and Injustice was a somber affair–or as somber as it could be at a Barnes & Noble in a strip mall in Deptford, N.J. Outside, policemen lined the entrance. Inside, every seat was taken, and customers holding copies of the book–co-authored...

CAN THE BLACK PANTHER PARTY BECOME A FORCE AGAIN IN PHILADELPHIA? King Samir Shabazz, 35, stands in his bedroom readying for war. He slides on his black military pants, puts on the matching cargo shirt and twists the shirt’s buttons top to bottom. He laces his shiny black leather boots and fastens...

    There is, perhaps, no more efficient way to remind yourself that you are no longer 22 than to walk the aisles of Urban Outfitters. For the postcollegiate slackerati it is a mecca of precisely modulated urban hipster cool, a time-warp thrift store aesthetic filtered through a retrograde prism of detached...

  There is, perhaps, no more efficient way to remind yourself that you are no longer 22 than to walk the aisles of Urban Outfitters. For the postcollegiate slackerati it is a mecca of precisely modulated urban hipster cool, a time-warp thrift store aesthetic filtered through a retrograde prism of detached irony...

  There is, perhaps, no more efficient way to remind yourself that you are no longer 22 than to walk the aisles of Urban Outfitters. For the postcollegiate slackerati it is a mecca of precisely modulated urban hipster cool, a time-warp thrift store aesthetic filtered through a retrograde prism of detached irony...