When I was a little girl, I remember wanting to do everything my brother did. Not anything that involved dirt, of course, because that is taking it too far. But I noticed he got to do things my two sisters and I did not get to do.
Congratulations Tennessee, you're getting national attention. Out of all the states holding elections this year, you are holding “The Nastiest Primary in the Country,” according to Politico.
One of my favorite quotes about parenting is from an unknown author. It reads, “the trouble with being a parent is that by the time you are experienced, you are unemployed.”
Almost 4 million people have contracted the COVID-19 coronavirus and over 141,000 people have lost their lives in the United States. In Alabama, we have almost 68,000 confirmed and 1180 probable cases.
During a debate with Walter Mondale, the question of age was raised with Ronald Reagan. Reagan quipped, “I will not make age an issue of this campaign. I am not going to exploit, for political purposes, my opponent’s youth and inexperience.”
We have been dealing with the COVID-19 pandemic since March. We watched as our schools closed, businesses and churches were shut down and shortages of certain every-day items created anxiety.
While doing some research on an upcoming book project, I was looking through some 1930s era newspapers. One theater proudly advertised, “Coming Distractions!” I don't know if that was a typo, or if they were indeed offering people “distractions” from the Great Depression.
Across America, a slow -moving wave is rolling through. It is the wave of enlightenment of people to the systematic acts and symbols of racism in our country. Nationwide protests are being viewed as a wakeup call for some and as a nuisance to others.
Last week my wife said, “Remember when we used to go to the movies?” It really hasn't been that long ago, but it sounded like one of those horse and buggy chats from the olden days. “Movin' pictures? Like in one of them there aero-condition thee-a-ters?”
Like many of you, I have worked from home for the past three months, and it has given me a chance to familiarize myself with my new surroundings. It turns out that this place I've slept and watched ballgames on weekends for thirty years needed a few repairs. My wife says she has informed me about these problems in the past, but I was apparently distracted by the Braves and SEC football.
We all have them, tucked away in our memory bank. The songs that make us smile, often many decades after we first heard them. In many cases, we heard them when we were growing up.
As humans, there are two paths open to most of us on the road to our final destination. We will either live a long and full life until it comes to a sudden end or we will survive until we become unable to perform even simple tasks for ourselves.
Have you noticed that people often don't say what they really mean? Maybe that's a good thing. We've seen the consequences. Many TV shows and movies have featured characters who have no edit switch between their mouth and their brain. They were either “struck by lighting,” or were born with the condition, like Dr. Sheldon Cooper, the brutally honest scientist in “The Big Bang Theory.”
The backbone of any democracy is an independent and responsible media. In order to maintain its credibility, the media must be viewed as presenting the facts accurately.
High school graduations have gotten a lot of attention lately, because if not for the pandemic, another group of 18-year-olds would finally get to “walk,” and accept their diploma and the accompanying cheers.
Harold Reid had one of the most familiar voices in music history, his songs are still played on classic country radio stations, and yet most folks never knew his name. He died on April 24 from kidney failure at the age of 80.
I usually write a “thankful” column around Thanksgiving, as do many writers. It's an easy way to give thanks, while also clearing our pockets of all sorts of little notes we save throughout the year.
Last week the White House Coronavirus Task Force offered new estimates of the deaths that could result from the COVID-19 virus. That number was between 100,000 and 240,000 deaths. Some experts say that is a low number.
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.
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.
As I write this, it has been 113 days since the first COVID-19 case was identified in my home county. Within an hour, the school system announced schools would be closed for two weeks in order to give classrooms a thorough scrubbing. Little did we know.
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.
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.