Pope Cup 2014

Pope Cup 2014

Football fever is running high here at TJP.  Even though the Vatican has said that the game’s on well after normal papal bedtimes — and it’s a well known fact the that Benedict isn’t the world’s biggest sports fan — we’re holding out hope for a...
The Truth about Storytelling

The Truth about Storytelling

I come from a long line of storytellers, birthed from the dusty boots of coal mining Croatian immigrants. Those who hear these stories might think that the transplant home of the Biegler/Star family, Helper, Utah, is paradise. Story after story after story relates...
Wanted: Real Immigration Reform

Wanted: Real Immigration Reform

I don’t know how to feel about this latest episode in the long, convoluted, painfully overdue march toward comprehensive immigration reform. President Obama has announced that he will be using executive orders to do what he can to change existing immigration policies...
The World Cup By Day and By Night

The World Cup By Day and By Night

I love the World Cup. I love the Olympics. I especially love what they represent: Team meeting team, each under its own flag and anthem, competing and celebrating athleticism on an even playing field, an honor passed nation to nation. The exhilaration! The vigor! The...
The Seven Deadly Sins in the Digital Age

The Seven Deadly Sins in the Digital Age

Gluttony: Tweeting or posting pictures of your food Look, we all know where the sushi restaurant is located and what it serves. They have a website, and the menu is already made up of pictures. Hello, redundancy!   Greed: Getting the latest iDevice, even though...
Star Spangled Poetry

Star Spangled Poetry

It’s Independence Day—you know the drill. Throw on your American flag tank top and get ready for parades, watermelon, baseball, explosions, trips to the emergency room, and… poetry? Poetry, rap’s shy and occasionally awkward cousin, can offer a quirky...
Superstar

Superstar

A few weeks ago I stood with a wired shrieking crowd behind police barricades and watched as men and women stepped out of black sedans and black luxury trucks pulled up in front of a museum. In dark suits and epic gowns they walked beneath a white canopy and onto a...
The Smallest Voices First

The Smallest Voices First

I have to admit, when I first hear ‘unaccompanied minor,’ my mind goes straight to ‘running away from home.’ This is certainly an indicator of my privileged childhood in suburban Michigan and Wisconsin, when the only ‘unaccompanied minors’ were unaccompanied by...
Silent in the City: A Retreat in the Midst of Chaos

Silent in the City: A Retreat in the Midst of Chaos

A man pulls down his pants and takes a leak on the beach near Fullerton and Lake Shore Drive in Chicago. He has streaks of pink running through his matted dark hair, black tattoos twisting around his arms, and a midriff-baring New York Yankees t-shirt. The beach is...