Mark Kennedy is the editor of the Times Free Press opinion pages and writes the Sunday “Life Stories” column. He also writes a Saturday automotive column, “Test Drive,” for the Business section.
For 13 years, Kennedy was features editor of the newspaper, and before that he was the newspaper’s first Sunday editor. The Times Free Press Life section won the state press award for Best Community Lifestyles four times during his tenure.
Before Chattanooga’s newspapers were merged in 1999, Kennedy was the coordinating editor of the Chattanooga Times, where he had previously been an education reporter, feature writer and team leader. His first newspaper job was sports editor of the Cleveland (Tenn.) Daily Banner.
Kennedy’s human interest column Life Stories has appeared in Chattanooga’s newspaper for 20 years. He has won the Tennessee Press Association’s top column writing award five times. He is also a five-time winner of the yearly Best of the Best readers choice contest as the city’s favorite columnist/reporter.
Mark is a native of Columbia, Tenn., and holds a bachelor’s degree in journalism from Middle Tennessee State University.
Contact Mark Kennedy at firstname.lastname@example.org or 423-757-6645. Follow him on Twitter @TFPCOLUMNIST. Subscribe to his Facebook updates at www.facebook.com/mkennedycolumnist.
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