Roll with the changes
I'm one for change. Adjustments to big changes have always been fine with me.
Perhaps it's my optimistic attitude, maybe it's my genetic make up–I'm not sure why–but it's exciting to do things …
Speak out December 28
Saturday 10:07 a.m.
This is Raymond and I'd like to say the judicial system in this country has become benign. It bashed the wrong issues in life and give the wrong idea to the children for the f…
To be or not to be…that is the question
I recently came in contact with two different people and after much introspection and listening to both sides, I wasn't sure who–or if either–were telling the truth.
To be honest, I wondered i…
Common Core: more than a opinion
COMMON CORE: MORE THAN AN OPINION
Some will say: “Here we go again!” Time/space constraints will not allow me to cover all that needs to be said. After two years of digging into…
Rebels without a coop
There are five roosters hanging out at the Texas Roadhouse. Tough, urban roosters with an attitude.
Rebel roosters have an interesting perspective on life; they're like protective brothers who s…
Speak Out – Dec. 25, 2013
Wednesday 4:44 p.m.
Hey it's Jeff here. Thanks for the response on the fence on Old Hickory Hammock. I've called the county, clerk of court, administration number, tax assessor. I've left messa…
Woman on the Edge: The tortoise
I’ve been holding my breath for a week.
Lots of events have happened in the past seven days.
Some very excellent.
One very sad.
I realized around last Wednesday I was going to need to mov…
Woman on the Edge: Angel with a mission
I have had a front row seat to a story of friendship and faith that is perfect for the holiday season.
I’ve mentioned in previous columns that the people who work for the Press Gazette have a frie…
Woman on the Edge: Strengthened by love
I was in a grocery store this morning and the front registers were located where it was it easy to look out at the cars in the parking lot.
I put my items up on the belt for the cashier and a youn…
Woman on the Edge: Karma, baby, Karma
When I was growing up, I would roll my eyes at adults who told us how things were when they were kids.
But here I am, all grown up, mostly, and I’ve got a gripe. Let the eye rolling commence.
A…









