$2 Million Penalty For Sexually Harassing West Side Tenants

Watch live as the House Ways and Means Committee questions Steven Miller, formerly the acting director of the Internal Revenue Service, about the tougher scrutiny the IRS gave tea party and other conservative groups.

Two Chester Township men appeared Thursday in Geauga County Common Pleas Court on child pornography charges.

A new Medicare program that punishes hospitals with high patient readmission rates is forcing administrators to reach out and improve how patients are cared for even after they're wheeled out the hospital doors. Working to reduce runaway costs, Medicare is now penalizing hospitals nationwide for patients who must be admitted again within 30 days.

Recently, as I chastised Frank for the zillionth time about eating the mulberries that fall into my yard every year, it brought to mind my first Newfoundland, who likewise would suck up and swallow anything in his path. Or, as I call them: "Shop-Vac dogs." And because of this habit for ingesting anything he considered remotely edible, Grizzly ate rat bait that had been set out (without notice!) overnight in an office where he accompanied me daily.

I always reflect on my marriage at the end of May because it's anniversary time. Twelve years now. A dozen. That's like one egg for each year, and I suppose there are some cracked eggs in the bunch. This year, however, the egg is looking pretty good. I've been trying to put together some quantifiable reasons why this year has been better than others, and this is what I've come up with so far: I've met a lot of difficult people this year, and it makes much of my husband's antics pale in comparison. I'm sort of saying this tongue in cheek, but then again, I'm not. I highly recommend having to deal with rough people on a somewhat habitual basis because instead of wanting to come home and bark at your spouse for who knows what, you might just want to cuddle up and say, "Hold me, Seymour." I know that's what I've been doing of late. Not so strangely, my husband prefers this, rather than going on, ad nauseam, about how he's making the foot of our bed his impromptu second closet for jeans.