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: Christmas spirit
Some years in the recent past just didn’t feel like Christmas.
I made a point this year to find Christmas this year and to enjoy it.
And I have.
The children in my life, I must admit, have h…
Woman on the Edge: A trillion's not so bad
I know what a trillion looks like.
One of my grandsons got his hands on a green stuffed dog…and older model. It was filled with little white balls of Styrofoam. I would guess it had about 10 tri…
Speak Out – Dec. 21, 2013
Sunday 8:13 a.m.
This is Chrys Holley. What a heartwarming column on your co-worker’s miraculous recovery after three month’s hospitalization. And getting off kidney dialysis confirms our awesome …
Woman on the Edge: Adoption
I often fall back on what I learned as a child when life gets tough. I don’t do it consciously. It is a part of who I am.
This became really important to me for two reasons. The first being how mu…
Woman on the Edge: Camille
I’ve spent the better part of this week with the photograph of Camille Riley in front of me. I didn’t put it there on purpose, but it seems every time I open a file or click into our website, there s…
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…










