Poppies are not included in a typical spring flower garden, but when they are present, the deep-red petals and black centers on a tall stem are a focal point of beauty.
I felt like maybe we could all use a break from the bruising, the repeated assuming of motives, the pretending to know where it is that all of us come from and why on many different issues.
The really trying times — difficult though they were — led to some very good things happening.
The question for the Christian is what does love of God and love of neighbor require? What does a true respect for the sanctity of life require?
This is it — the homestretch. The light at the end of the tunnel is getting brighter and the end of another school year is nearly in the books.
Many groups across our state have urged Michigan governors and legislators, elected over the past two decades, to exercise leadership and pass a plan that will truly fix our crumbling roads and bridges.
The United Nations defines access to clean drinking water as an essential human right.
In March, our government's deficit was $234 billion — the largest monthly deficit in our history. The previous month was almost as bad.
In my weeklong visit to Finland, it became clear that the educational structures of the three countries — United States, the Netherlands and Finland — are extraordinarily different.
Be careful about what you post on social media. It can come back to haunt you.
Not according to some cranky church conservatives.
In a special Mother’s Day column, Tribune reporter Marie Havenga writes about the changing roles, changing seasons with her mother.
The time is now for the state of Michigan to reform its jail bond system. When it comes to criminal justice, our society has too long been focused on incarceration rather than rehabilitation.
As we end this year at Grand Haven Area Public Schools, we are not only celebrating our current graduating class, but also recognizing examples of our successful graduates in the latest issue of Spotlight.
I recall a day in 1985 like it was yesterday. I was in a townhouse in Georgetown, a tony neighborhood in Washington, D.C. I was attending a party populated by other young people like myself who were spending their summer doing some form of internship in the nation’s capital.