One. Two. Three. Four. Five. That's the number of children in Hill City -- a working-class neighborhood on the North Shore where residents claim an average income of a little more than $21,000 and homes sometimes sell for three times that amount -- that next year can attend Normal Park, an award-winning magnet school less than a mile away.
Put it on your calendar: For 100 days this summer, some of the smartest people in North America will live, work and play in Chattanooga, their frontal lobes buzzing like beehives as they bear down on one central question so important it may determine our future as a city.
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Gotta love it when the federal government blames everybody but itself for the misery casseroles it deposits on the nation's doorstep.
Raise my damn taxes. Or pass the hat. If one-third of the people in Tennessee sent in one dollar each, we could do it. Cut the death penalty out of the state budget. It costs millions to fund. Do something. Just keep Taft Youth Center open.
The first time I saw Robert E. Lee, he was wearing red suspenders and smiling, standing on his front porch not far from a front-yard garden full of collard greens.
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The best argument for an amendment making it plain that the Tennessee Constitution forbids an income tax is the all-over-the-board arguments of the amendment's foes.
Meryl Streep, an actress so engaging she could play a London statue and still win awards, received an Oscar nomination earlier this week for her portrayal of former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher in the film "The Iron Lady."
Grandparenting comes naturally to me because my parents were excellent role models. Just like my two granddaughters who are being raised next door to me and my husband, my children were raised next door to my parents.
Last November, Chattanooga law clerk Julie Podlesni went to California to compete in the TV quiz show “Jeopardy!”
You’re used to seeing the names of Times Free Press reporters in print and online every day.
South Carolina's primary is over, and for all I know at this writing, the GOP nomination could more or less belong to Mitt Romney.
I wish I could say that the idea came to me in a dream, the booming voice of James Earl Jones filling my subconscious as the wind cracked through a field of dry cornstalks, Kevin Costner nearby, looking confused, while Shoeless Joe caught fly balls like they had nowhere else to go but his glove.
I believe Dr. Martin Luther King was a founding father of another sort -- like a president of the American conscience -- who begged us to declare independence from the cruel kings of racism, poverty and violence.
I get it, I get it: Some people think Mitterrand Carrington Lavoix de Champlain Romney XIV is more electable than anybody else in the Republican field. Really and for true, I understand. I hear you.
