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Censor-y Overload in King George County Schools

The Moss Free Clinic is in Dire Financial Situation

No Moss?

For Hospital Corporation, Free Clinic Support ‘In Perpetuity’ Comes to an End After 20 Years

NO MOSS?

NO MOSS?

For Hospital Corporation,
Free Clinic Support ‘In Perpetuity’
Comes to an End After 20 Years
(They’re Keeping the Building, Too)

Mayday

Mayday

A Crash Course in American Healthcare

Letter to a College President

Letter to a College President

The Mary Washington Way

When University of Mary Washington President Troy Paino found out students had once again erected tents in Jefferson Square to protest the war in Gaza, he decided to make his way to the grassy square rather than call in Virginia State Police. It was a drizzly Saturday afternoon, April 27, and a dozen 20-somethings were sitting inside the tents, eating snacks and studying for exams. Campus police were already there monitoring the situation as they had been since the sit-in started the day before. The students weren’t being disruptive or violent in any way, Paino said later. “By all accounts, they were peaceful and not engaging in any form of antisemitic rhetoric.” 

Contrary to Life

Contrary to Life

Fool’s Gold
Years ago, I took my daughter Maggie to India. She was 14 at the time, and we found ourselves early one morning wrapped in blankets and drinking chai on the balcony of a small hillside hotel overlooking a wide bend in the upper reaches of the Ganges. We were near the village of Lakshman Jhula, just north of Rishikesh in the mountain state of Uttarakhand. The valley below us was thick with rising fog, but as the clouds slowly lifted we saw white-clad figures making their way down to the rocks and sand on a wide point bar at the river’s edge.

Charc Bites

Charc Bites

“How ‘bout them hors d’oeuvres ain’t they sweet? Little piece of cheese, little piece of meat!” –Mason Williams

Cell Block

Cell Block

Clear and Present

Shortly into my first year teaching English and International Baccalaureate Lang & Lit at Mountain View High School in Stafford County, Virginia—the first day, actually—I knew I was going to have to do something about the cellphones. If a school shooter had blasted his way through the door to our classroom, the kids might have videoed first, posted on social media second, and only then looked around for somewhere to hide. And that’s IF they’d been able to pull their faces away from whatever was streaming on their iPhone screens to even notice. Not that I allowed them to be on their phones. They were just that good at sneaking them out, and that uncaring about my disapprobation and orders for them to put the damn things away already so we could get back to discussing the implications of the curious elliptical passage at the end of chapter two in The Great Gatsby. (A drunk Nick Carraway, the narrator, is standing in the bedroom of the photographer Mr. McKee, who is sitting on the bed in his underwear.)