There is no barbed wire around this column. It's not private property, so rigid that your opinions — especially when they differ from mine — can't make their way in.
I don't think we need to be afraid of talking about it. Not in this case, at least.
Moments after the Erlanger board voted Kevin Spiegel the new CEO, Holly Rivera was out in the hallway, holding her stomach, hoping her baby would not come too early.
Two days before Valentine's Day, Margie Reynolds, 87, passed away in a local hospital.
First Lt. Justin Hand, 27, is many miles away, stationed so secretively in a dusty corner of the world that even those closest to him refer to it only in the most generic of ways: the Middle East.
In what has to be a new low point in kingly history, scientists in England identified King Richard III’s remains last week.
Going in, I was already worried about a few questions. Like: How much Wham! do you listen to?
Since 1979, Debi Church has attended the births of more than 1,200 area babies.
Derquazia Smartt has seen more A's than the first 20 pages of the phone book.
Everytime I watch them on TV, I think the same thing: It’s wrong. The way they’re being treated is just plain wrong.
A week or so ago, near the bare trees and bus stop shadows, a dirty white minivan sat idling near the curb outside Eastgate Town Center, a "Believer" bumper sticker pasted across the back window.
According to state officials, representatives from 123 school districts in Tennessee were there. Athens. Meigs. Marion. Williamson. Metro Nashville. Knox. Shelby. Bradley. Pretty much everybody.
Curse you, Julian Fellowes. She was the best of them all.
Race is an illusion, men really don't mind asking for directions and your wife is not from Venus. Or Mars.
Dropped the car off at the downtown mechanic Tuesday morning. Took Market Street and some side alleys on my walk back to the newspaper.
Monday’s Inauguration Day ceremonies were a dangerous insult to the memory and message of Martin Luther King Jr.
If the crisis is not solved in a mature, thoughtful and solvent way, then Erlanger hospital as we know it will not make it out alive.
No one is sure quite who she is. Or what to do with her.
The morning fog hadn't burned off yet, so we couldn't quite see the end of the line behind us, but I'm guessing it was a quarter-mile long.
Need a topic for small group discussion? Or a Sunday sermon? This weekend, get some popcorn and go watch someone being tortured.
For 17-year-old Jaime Simonds, numbers can do strange things.
Since Halloween, this online-only Tuesday column has studied the intersection of pop culture, the zombie fiction of “The Walking Dead’’ and our search for existential meaning.
When they opened the prison gates and gave Cedric Conner back his freedom after four years in jail, the state penitentiary guards in Wartburg, Tenn., said something he remembers to this day.
On Tuesday, our U.S. senators — Lamar Alexander and Bob Corker — made a damning decision that could cost billions of dollars and thousands of lives.
"The most difficult times for many of us are the ones we give ourselves.'' — Pema Chodron
Drinking a glass of wine tonight? Got a bottle picked out for New Year's Eve?
Jaime Simonds, 17, can fly like Rudolph through math problems. She eats polynomials for breakfast.
Mardi Gras beads. Lots of coat hangers. Fake mistletoe. Two dozen VHS tapes (a Paul Newman film, "My Cousin Vinny," a Ray Stevens collection, "Blazing Saddles").
The very first scene on the very first episode on the very first season shows Deputy Rick drawing his handgun and firing a bullet into the skull of a little girl. She was carrying a teddy bear. Her brains explode.
My own. That's the first place my mind went. To thoughts of my own kids and their elementary school.
When I was a teacher, every so often I'd invite my students to leave the classroom, go outside, find a tree and hug it.
It's called the Chattanooga Village: a commercial and residential development being planned over 190 acres of trees, forests and one beautiful Hixson hilltop. Based on the events from Monday, it ought to feature one more component.
On Friday, I met Steven Fox, the 2012 U.S. Amateur champ and University of Tennessee at Chattanooga hero, for a friendly round of 18 holes of golf.
I suspect that when it's all said and done, they'll find a lot of cornbread crumbs and fried chicken.
Mark West, leader of the Chattanooga Tea Party, doesn't drink. Not a drop.
Zombies — especially the ones shuffling through “The Walking Dead,’’ the hit show inspiring this Tuesday online-only column — live by eating the flesh of others.
12:56, Friday afternoon: A soft southern breeze blew over the grave, and the three American flags above the copper-colored headstone fluttered and flapped in the wind like they were waving.
Little 9-year-old Bella French, wearing pink Hello Kitty boots and clutching her puppy dog notebook, didn't pay much attention to the nine men in suits and ties seated in leather chairs before her.
It doesn't have to be like this. It shouldn't be like this. The peeling paint. The leaking roof. The crumbling classrooms. Windows containing lead and asbestos. Heaters that don't work. Computers that don't exist. Wheelchair ramps that don't either.
Only a few episodes into the popular zombie apocalypse series “The Walking Dead,’’which is partial inspiration for this Tuesday online-only column, do we realize the title of the series does not refer to the zombies.
