During the pandemic, emergency rental assistance helped slash the number of evictions in the state. With those funds running out, many Ohio counties’ eviction rates are on the rise again.
A giant of the television world, Phil Donahue, died this week at 88. Born in Cleveland, Donahue was dubbed the “king of daytime talk” for his program which aired from 1967-96. He hosted everyone from entertainers to presidents.
Over the course of 18 years, Ohio and its communities are receiving nearly $2 billion from pharmaceutical companies to compensate for harm caused by opioids.
Ten years ago on an August evening, a young Black man was shopping at a Walmart in Beavercreek, east of Dayton. He was talking on the phone, holding a BB gun he picked up from a store display.
A fellow shopper mistook it for a loaded rifle, and called the police. Two officers arrived at the store. They shot and killed John Crawford III in the pet food aisle.
Samantha Stewart always wanted a big family, so over the past few years, the door to her home has been rotating. She and her husband have fostered seven kids.
On a summer afternoon, two of those children play in the living room, doing somersaults and singing songs from “Frozen."
Youth mental health has worsened across the country since the pandemic. Ohio has been no exception.
As the sun set on a horse farm in eastern Ohio’s Columbiana County, Kerry Varble tuned her fiddle in front of a piano decorated with blue ribbons and trophies.
Ohio’s largest men’s shelter serves its residents with more than beds and meals. The Cleveland facility offers a platform for self-expression through writing.
On Wednesday afternoons, men gather for the Finding Voice poetry workshop at the shelter, known locally as 2100 Lakeside. Some participants show up for cookies and coffee. All of them come for friendship and conversation.
Before the clock strikes 9 a.m., a line already stretches through the lobby of St. Vincent de Paul in Springfield. Casey Rollins, director of the nonprofit, watches as children race around their mothers’ bright dresses.
“It looks like the U.N.,” Rollins said. “I think it looks better than the U.N. frankly. Homey.”
Lunch at St. Rose community center begins the same way every meal at the parish does: with a prayer. Except on this summer Sunday, each line is echoed in Haitian Creole.
