TMN contributing writer John Warner’s first novel, The Funny Man was recently published by Soho Press. He teaches at the College of Charleston and is co-color commentator for The Morning News Tournament of Books.
The X-rays and photos show beyond any doubt that one orthodontist’s recently found treasure spells financial tragedy for a local family.
Another set of excerpts from a book whose author cannot be named for reasons apparent to anyone who has seen a Scorsese movie. This week: life lessons for children and meeting the don of the teacher’s lounge.
Ron Clark may have cornered the market on strategies for classroom control, but it takes a different brand of strong-arming to really get results. The first installment of excerpts from a book whose author cannot be named for obvious reasons.
The debate over privacy rages on: Can authorities be trusted, and are civil liberties at risk? Either way, in at least one Illinois household snooping may be the new law of the land.
The higher you go, the further you have to fall. Kids at Greenbrook Elementary find a dangerous new way to kill time, while a concerned community worries that might not be all that’s in jeopardy.
He told everyone what it stood for before, but this week nobody’s buying a single detail about James Frey’s life—or his tattoo. The true story behind contemporary literature’s most in-your-face symbol.
In our ongoing coverage of the moments that defined our writer’s life, kids are talking about sex—and what they’re saying may shock you.
Local authorities scramble to investigate allegations of abuse on Christmas morning.
A culinary legend is immortalized in the hearts of critics and parents alike.
Today a short but glorious career on the base-paths drew to a close. And with it, the future of instructional league baseball appears hazy.
Battered and bullied in the press room, morning, noon, and night. What’s a normal, average press secretary to do when he just wants to spend some quality time with his wife? As it turns out, things aren’t much better there.
Tired of that gas-guzzler you’ve got parked in the driveway? Perhaps it’s time you drank the antifreeze and experienced the future of the universe, and your reality too.