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Last week, two Harvard stars ran smack into the reality that truth can wear more than one face. Both men are exceptional scholars, high achievers and outstanding leaders known for their ability to overcome racial obstacles. They have done so well in achieving the American dream that both expected to be treated in a color-blind, post-racial fashion. But over the past week, each man made a split-second decision to utter a few inopportune remarks—under the full glare of media attention.

The cash-strapped Golden Gate National Recreation Area has been brainstorming for creative ideas to restore the crumbling, historic buildings on the Island of Alcatraz, and now they have found it. Well, at least they have the germ of an idea, one that my husband thinks could earn millions of dollars each year.

You see, the Park would allow adventurous souls to sleep on the cold and windy island in exchange for a volunteer day of “hard labor”, helping the staff restore the historic buildings and grounds.

I just know that the picture of Walter Cronkite, his wife Mary Elizabeth (”Betsy”), my husband Bill and me is somewhere around the house, but I can’t find it anywhere. I value it, treasure it, and yet at this moment when I need it most, we just can’t put our hands on it. That’s the way it is now with Walter: we valued him, we treasured him, but we will no longer be able to put our hands on him or our arms around his shoulders. He was more than a man; he was a symbol of the best of broadcast journalism.

“Live from San Francisco, It’s Barbara Rodgers” will offer a viable, high-road alternative to “shock jock” radio talk shows. The program will air Saturdays between noon and two pm on KKGN Green 960 AM Radio. Call-in LIVE: 1-866-960-5753

stockxpertIn these days of economic struggle, the sound of a sax man may soothe our sorrows…

Almost every large and small arts organization is challenged these days to find a way to remain financially afloat.
The old model for non-profit survival is just that—old. The days when a good idea or demonstrated need automatically drew the support [...]

One evening with the young Michael Jackson | 07 / 3 / 2009 | 1

Sitting in my San Francisco kitchen this week, I stared at the countertop television, gazing at the images of Katherine Jackson, and wondering if we really do resemble one another. Thirty-five years ago, her sons declared that we did. At the time, I didn’t think we looked alike, but I do remember those five shy [...]