Much has been written about the disparities between men and women regarding jobs and compensation. The balancing of these disparities will be many more years in the making and I probably won’t be around to see it. Hopefully, my daughter will reap the benefits of equalization in her lifetime.
Every now and then, someone will treat me like I'm a big deal. Now, you and I both know I am not a big deal. But, because I'm on TV in my town, it's not unusual for someone to make a fuss. I always thank them, because I appreciate the kind words.
Today I had another milestone of senior year. I started my last semester of high school. Because Scottsboro High School is on a semester-based block schedule, each semester we start a completely different set of classes.
I have a Christmas story for you. I am sharing, with permission, an excerpt from one of the best Christmas columns I have ever read, written by Mark Evanier. Mr. Evanier is a Los Angeles-based writer who has inspired me for many years.
For as long as I can remember, I have either watched or performed in the Nutcracker. Going to see the Nutcracker was the first memory that I have of seeing a live performance. Most kids would have either cried, squealed or simply fallen asleep, but not me.
Freedom of speech is guaranteed by the United States Constitution. That means we have the privilege of expressing our views without reprisal from the government. But when you exercise that right you should be aware that criticism and insults will come your way.
A 9 year- old Ohio elementary student had his hot lunch taken away and was given a cheese sandwich because he had a lunch debt of $9.75. It was his birthday.
Today I took my official senior portrait. Yes–the one with the drape and pearls that gets published in the yearbook for everyone to see–that senior portrait. The circumstances were not ideal.
I could make a list of all the things I’m not good at, and it would fill this column space. It would include swimming, singing, cooking, and anything that requires athleticism or construction skills.
A little while back I finally started recycling. I always thought that doing so would lend some relief to the years of guilt I had from not starting recycling sooner. That hasn’t really been the case though.
Danielle Wallingsford Kirkland is a former Sentinel staff writer and correspondent. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
I was first introduced to digital photography in the spring of my sophomore year. That was the semester when I took the Photography I class at my high school. Before this class, I had never even used a digital camera for anything other than family photos.
I know some people don’t like it much, but I sure am enjoying this cold spell. After a long stretch of feeling like I’m always covered in an electric blanket and freezing everyone else to death by keeping the heat on 65 I finally got chilly enough to turn it up on 68 and rest with a blanket over me today.
The United States House of Representatives recently launched an impeachment inquiry after a federal employee claimed to have knowledge alleging that President Trump used the threat of withholding military aid to Ukraine unless that government launched an investigation into former Vice-President Joe Biden and his son, Hunter.
It used to be on Halloween that I loved to dress up and eat candy, but I also loved to watch a good scary movie. I’d be nervous in the dark for a while, but my nerves could handle it and for some reason it was fun to be scared. Sadly, my nerves just won’t allow me to indulge in fear anymore.
SparkNotes have received an infamous reputation for offering simplified versions of works of literature. SparkNotes is a company that offers study materials for students online and in print.
As a child, I remember Daddy saying I couldn’t climb trees in my dress or go on Cub Scout camping trips with my brother because I was a girl. It made me angry, but I also remember other times he told me that I was smart and could do anything I put my mind to. In a child’s view, that meant t…
Recently, I paid tribute to Chattanooga radio legend Luther Masingill on the fifth anniversary of his death, but I've never shared the story of how he got into the National Radio Hall of Fame. It wasn't easy, and it was a frustrating process. Now it can be told.
After Mama finished telling me about some cousins of mine who hitchhiked from here to California I asked her whether or not that might be where I get my yearning for adventure from. She laughed and said it could be, as her own mama’s side of the family sometimes lived like gypsies.
On Monday, Oct. 20, 2014, I woke up and did my daily routine. First, I look at my phone. I check e-mails, messages, Twitter and Facebook. Most days I find I didn't miss anything important.
There is nothing better than this time of year when about 300 pie pumpkins arrive to the Scottsboro Public Library in anticipation of our annual “Book or Boo” program.
This year’s college admission scandal resulted in parents being accused of bribing test administrators to change test scores or allow cheating. This has resulted in some colleges re-thinking their position on the use of standardized testing in the admissions process.
Everyone has a hidden talent. For some it might be wiggling their ears or being able to recite the alphabet backwards. My hidden talent is Jeopardy! . Yes, the game show hosted by Alex Trebek where contestants answer trivia in the form of a question is my hidden talent.
Someone asked me recently how I come up with a column topic each week. As I write this one, my 300th since beginning this endeavor in 2013, the answer is easy. I write about whatever is on my mind.
Friday night will be the 15th Battle of the Valley that I’ve covered for the Sentinel. Seeing how this is 32nd meeting between archrivals Scottsboro and North Jackson, my math skills tell me I’ve covered nearly half of those meetings.
We didn't have Character Education in school when I was growing up. Oh, we had some characters. We had boys in 11th grade who had been held back so many times, they were drawing their pension. We had another kid who specialized in making odd noises behind the teacher's back: the sound of a…