“Do the right thing because it is the right thing to do.” This quote from Martin Luther King Jr. makes the choice sound simple. It isn’t.
Last week I confessed my ongoing love of the Three Stooges. It's the definition of “guilty pleasure.” The dictionary calls it “something that one enjoys, but would be embarrassed by if other people found out.” It might be a childhood habit, a TV show, or some type of food. In other words, something that might be viewed as juvenile by one's friends or family.
As a longtime member of the Three Stooges Fan Club, I was offended. The Stooges would never stoop so low as to engage in politics. Instead, they preferred to poke fun at the rich and powerful, who would often be rewarded with a pie in the kisser. Frankly, we could use a little of that right now.
It’s official, Prom season–or as I refer to it as–Prom mania has begun. At Scottsboro High School, Prom is the biggest event of the year bar graduation. The highlight of the Scottsboro High School social calendar deserves a great dress. In some ways, Prom dress shopping displays the best and worse parts about Prom.
So there I was, sitting at home after a hard day's work, looking for peace and tranquility. Naturally, I turned on the television, in search of intelligent life on the cable news channels.
It’s happening. Our house is finally getting fixed. The contractor says it should only take a week and a half and that we don’t have to move out. I feel like this is too good to be true, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
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.