For a month or two every time I got into my car and listened to the news it seemed they were talking about the coronavirus. That’s when it was in China. There, everyone was wearing masks because that was the polite thing to do, and one man said he had watched an awful lot of Netflix.
I want to write something about something that doesn’t matter. I want to sit here at my computer and tell you about how I’m sick of the rain, or about the $75 worth of seeds I got in the mail last week.
Just a few days ago, we were complaining about life's little annoyances. The pastor's sermon was too long. Standing in line for more than five minutes at the checkout line, or the fast food place.
As I am writing this, it is day two of the state mandated extended spring break. In the past five days, I have witnessed my senior year and life change in ways that I could have never fathomed. Friday was one of the most chaotic days of my life.
I will admit I’ve never thought of myself as humorous nor has anyone ever said that about me. I was once called “acerbic” by a male colleague. But it turns out that is newspaper slang for a woman who won’t be quiet and trust the men folk to make all the decisions.
Last week the Alabama Senate Judiciary Committee approved a bill that would repeal Alabama’s pistol permit requirements and moved it into consideration for a vote in the Senate.
I don't know many super-rich people. Where I grew up, if you had a house, a car, and a job, you were better off than most. Come to think of it, that still holds true today.
This column usually offers a safe space from politics, but occasionally I have to wade into the deep water. After all, everyone is talking about the coronavirus, the stock market, and the presidential election.
There is a nation-wide movement to overturn Roe vs. Wade, the Supreme Court Case that allows women to have abortions if they choose. This is not news to anyone who can read.
On Sunday, Aug. 25, 2019, we almost lost LaTrice Currie. My friend and WRCB co-worker of almost 25 years, suffered a medical emergency that threatened her life. Doctors say she “coded” five times in a two-day period. In addition to a blood clot and a pulmonary embolism, there was severe internal damage due to multiple resuscitation efforts.
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.