The term “local” is so overrated. I’ve spent decades contributing to the public well-being without embracing that culturally sensitive label.

The use of a private partner is often marketed as a kind of silver bullet to inspire trust in big public projects. In truth, PPPs have a mixed record.

A significant and fast-growing portion of white people now think of their white-people selves as a political group with cohesive interests.

Even at my age, that is what I’d truly like to do. But the company, in an act of blatant discrimination, says I’m too old.

Uncontested local elections have numbed our political process and stifled our ability to act decisively on many issues.

Diversity can be defined as everyday people from different walks of life helping each other, even a drunk homeless man.

It’s an eclectic list: more love for egrets, best wishes collecting money from new felon Louis Kealoha, a few words of substance from HART and someone to repave the streets.

The contrived authenticity of politics is overshadowing our real lives. Fred Rogers knew what was genuine.

A law enforcement approach to resolving the Mauna Kea standoff would be misguided.

In 2020, religious talk is unlikely to transcend partisanship.

We just have to figure out what to do about it. Let’s start by being neighborly.

It’s likely too late for compromise. We now face two stark choices: force the protesters off the mountain or abandon building the telescope in Hawaii.