Nataline Viray-Fung spent weeks last winter admiring the unconventional artistic displays that kept popping up on the sidewalk along her route to USC -- the geometric sculpture of paper cups, the totem poles of bent hubcaps, the stack of child-sized pink chairs adorned with deflated soccer balls.
Times editor Dana Jennings writes about how dogs, besides being pets, can also be our teachers.
I realize now as I take care of my dog, Bijou, that I even became a kind of a dog myself as I went through surgery, radiation and hormone therapy for advanced prostate cancer, Dana Jennings writes.
My parents were Holocaust refugees; my mother from Budapest, Hungary, and my father from Novi Sad, Yugoslavia. They met on the Queen Mary in November 1938, on one of its last Atlantic crossings before being requisitioned as a troop carrier. My mother's parents were hidden by Raoul Wallenberg in Budapest and survived the war. My father's parents and other family members were killed on the doorstep of their home in Novi Sad in January 1942. The tragedies that befell both sides of my family during World War II made me deeply interested in the effect of war on ordinary people.
He already lived in the shadows, if you could call it living.
For three years Los Angeles' Homeboy Industries, a nationally recognized gang intervention organization, has sent a select few of its members on an extraordinary pilgrimage to work with impoverished kids in Alabama Village, Prichard, Ala.