“Does that little boy have a face?” I kidded my husband last Sunday, as we waited for a table at a weekend brunch spot. A three-year-old boy caught our attention. He sat with his mother and her friend, his face hidden behind a waffle. His eyes, nose, chin, and mouth, even his hair, were invisible, a...

A collaboration with the Westfield High School Journalism ProgramRecently, it feels as if every time I watch the news, there is a new controversial story about ICE raids, arrests, protests, etc. This government agency, which is supposed to protect its citizens, has been the leading cause of panic in...

Last month, outgoing Attorney General Matthew Platkin pulled what appeared to be a last-minute, attention-grabbing rabbit out of his hat when he levied a civil lawsuit against the Township of Clark and its Police Department.The suit, filed just days before Mr. Platkin finished out his appointment, a...

In a year of a Doge-induced precipitous job loss in my immediate family, emergency open-heart surgery for me, and the discovery of colon cancer in a beloved family member just before Christmas, I’ve found myself grasping onto the ledge of life, staring down into an abyss.Reading The Correspondent, V...

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What happened to reason, logic and the rule of law? We fear that they are all out the window as politics have devolved along with the rise of social media. Because of the algorithm, everyone is allowed to exist in their own echo chamber, and the ability to have reasonable, rational conversation has ...

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In my last column, I shared the story of a patient who obsessed about having hit a pedestrian near my office, despite no evidence that she’d done so. The recommended treatment for these ruminative thoughts and accompanying checking behaviors is to stop seeking reassurance and learn to soothe oneself...

A collaboration with the Westfield High School Journalism ProgramAs a kid, almost every day after school and early Saturday mornings were filled with some sort of recreational sport, and I was constantly running around my neighborhood until the street lights came on. Exercise was never something tha...

It’s our policy that we don’t endorse candidates running for office, and barring something truly egregious, we won’t decry them either. We give you “just the facts”, whatever they may be. We want our readers to make their own choices at the polls. But now that the election is over, it’s time to addr...