"You can either be humbly grateful, or grumbly hateful."
In my family, being a Tennessee Volunteers fan is a tradition.
As a high school junior, I was tasked to interview a person working in the career of our choice.
I went back in time at my grandfather's farm my last visit there. I discovered over 20 large boxes of medical records from the 1950s to 1970s stored in the loft of the barn detailing the medical history of hundreds, if not thousands, of patients in his small town.
On Thursday, something happened in Hollywood that awoke my inner child.
For me, growing up in the country meant there was always a memory being created.
I was scared of my closet as a child. After an addition to our home moved my brother out of our shared bedroom across the hall to mom and dad’s old bedroom, it became a bigger problem.
Writing about death is one of the most difficult things a journalist encounters.
After reading Jeff Farrell’s story on the dog breeding bust for the front page of today’s paper, I was compelled to write an editorial with a personal touch.
True to my Sevier County roots, I have been getting my hair cut by the same stylist for nearly a decade.
“Build a better mousetrap, and the world will beat a path to your door.”
It is becoming routine to read the news and think I am reading a Robin Cook or Tom Clancy book from twenty years ago. An airplane as a weapon of mass murder? Clancy in 1994. An outbreak of a virus that not only kills quickly but in a terrifying manner of hemorrhaging? Robin Cook's "Outbreak" in 1987.
Not to get too romance novel on you, dear reader, but today’s column is about a love affair.
As I’ve expressed many times before, I’m what most people would classify as something of a geek. We always had a computer in my house, starting with a Commodore 64 when I was in kindergarten, and my Dad was always encouraging me to read and buying educational toys.
“When are you going to take your family to Disney World?”
A patient recently asked if the new electronic cigarettes (e-cigarette) really work and are safe. Curiously, the question came from a patient who had broken his habit years ago with a simple decision to quit.
It's been a tough couple of weeks in Sevier County.
I recently had a “My Name is Earl” moment. For those unfamiliar, the nutty sitcom is full of laugh-out-loud moments as a man named, unsurprisingly, Earl is convinced he has bad karma and can only regain good karma by righting the wrongs he has committed in his life. He keeps a handwritten list of his wrongs, updated periodically as he recalls (and errantly commits) additional indiscretions. His list, I am glad to say, is far lengthier and weightier than mine.
During the very week Knoxville was hosting an incredible Medal of Honor Convention, the state released some sobering statistics about the difficulties of Tennessee veterans.
As I was growing up, my parents chased the economy.
If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all. It’s cliche, for sure, but often describes me perfectly.
A 91-year-old patient of mine recently received a very powerful drug. The effect was remarkable. He looks and feels almost 20 years younger.
On Aug. 30, 24 years ago, my father passed away at the same age I am now, 44. I am frequently amazed at the size of the void his loss still maintains in my life.