Last October, about a week or so before I moved to East Tennessee, I began writing a song that had a rare quality: I enjoyed it from the moment I first felt the inspiration.
A few days ago I was telling The Mountain Press Community News Editor Kenneth Burns about some of my earlier columns in the 1970s and 1980s before my current series began in the late 1990s. (Yes, I’ll have to admit, I was a mere babe when I began.) One series was titled “Stories from the Smokies.”
Once again, a killing spree has spurred some nationwide soul searching on the topic of mental illness. This time we might not be asking the right questions.
The week before Memorial Day weekend, we received a letter from a company we do business with. It said that no matter how we spend Memorial Day weekend, we should take a moment to remember the fallen.
Sunday, June 1, 2014, is National Cancer Survivors Day. A recent notice in The Mountain Press encouraged everyone to be aware of this important day, and to go beyond the awareness by encouraging survivors and showing appreciation to these warriors who have battled the dreaded disease. Those of us who know such survivors and have knowledge of what they have gone through and continue to go through can certainly understand why they deserve encouragement and a show of appreciation.
Don Meyer died of cancer last Sunday. One of college basketball’s most successful coaches, he notched 923 wins over the course of his long career. He was 69.
Having served as master of ceremonies for the Gatlinburg Veterans Day program for many years, I have been interested in seeing the proliferation of TV commercials and programs for disabled, handicapped or paralyzed veterans recently. They have led to my paying attention to notes and articles regarding veterans as I have been sorting through files in a continuing process of eliminating some of the many items I have collected since my school days. (Just ask Jean about file cabinets, attics, storages and warehouses.)
When catkins cover our driveway and pollen layers turn every car yellow, spring has sprung, finally. It's time to bring out the higher SPF sunblock and the bug spray.
My younger brother, Alex, is graduating from high school next week, and I’ve already given him a hard time for being a little too sentimental about it, but the more I think about it, I’m starting to get emotional.
I’m writing this column in Malvern, Ark., sitting in a guest room at a Holiday Inn Express, in which, according to all of those TV commercials, I should grow much smarter. I’m on the first leg of a car trip of 932 miles, give or take a few miles (according to the number of rest stops I have to make along the way).
A little spring cleaning can be good for the soul. Sometimes you have to get rid of things that are holding you back.
I’ve always liked quotes.
On a recent walk through my neighborhood, I noticed the trash in the ditches. I have been aware of it for some time, but on this particular day it stood out, a bit too ugly amid the beauty of spring nature.
Last week I found out that an old friend of mine from high school passed away. After graduating in 2007, we lost contact with each other, except for the occasional back-and-forth on Facebook.
Raise your hand if you live in Sevier County, but have been treated by at least one Knoxville doctor in his Sevierville office. I have been seen by three such doctors. Not sure how Obamacare will affect their satellite offices here in our county, but, hopefully, they can continue to stay open. It really helps not to have to drive to Knoxville for doctors’ visits.
Another year, another coaching search. That’s life as a Vol fan these days. At the risk of going against the national trend and some of our outspoken fans, it might be time to be a little more patient.
Following last week’s column in which I commented on the “Noah” film loosely based on the biblical account in Genesis, I received a couple of emails asking if I had seen the recent “Son of God” film and what I thought of it. I did see it, and I reacted both positively and negatively to it.
The deadline came and went last week, and I'm pretty sure the world didn't end.
A few nights ago Jean and I watched a TV movie based on an Agatha Christie novel. “Based” is the key word here and is what today’s column is all about. But first, let me explain to those who may not be familiar with Agatha Christie (1890-1976) that she was a British writer of detective novels, short stories and stage plays.
The University of Tennessee at Knoxville may be orange, but it has shades of violin brown, too.
At a recent press event for the opening of Dollywood, I got a unique opportunity to meet a legend when I took part in a roundtable interview with Dolly Parton.
Most of us are familiar with the phrase “April showers bring the flowers that bloom in May.” And, of course, the April Fools’ Day observance has been around since medieval times. But are you aware of some other designated days annually contained in April?
If you saw “Super 8,” the hit movie from a few summers ago, you’ll recall scenes that take place in a suburban kid’s cluttered bedroom, circa 1979.
"They got on a 12-point run and turned this game around,” might be a phrase you have heard during the ongoing NCAA basketball tournament games. You’ve also probably heard something like, “They’re on a 13-2 run.” Even a casual basketball fan knows the first phrase means one team has scored 12 straight points while the other team has gone scoreless. The second phrase means one team has scored 13 points while the other team has scored two.
A major debate, in all corners of our country, is how to “fix” education, with people proposing ideas on what the public education system needs and how resources should be spent.