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David Cook

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In the beginning, Donna Williams and I were not friends. Enemies? Maybe that's going too far, but certainly not friends.

Let's not look at Ferguson. Not yet.

Friday morning, someone else came forward with another Bill Cosby story.

No, Virginia, there isn't a Thanksgiving.

Aggression, control, dominance.

Some women loved Ted Bundy.

Replace Kevin Huffman?

The U.S. Postal Service isn't dying.

It was 1944. Bennie Marlin was 17 and in love.

Got a message from a parole officer who wants to tell me the story of one particular parolee who sounds like Lazarus: once lost and doped up as a drug dealer, he's now found, full of life, right as rain.

When Republicans won control of the Senate on Tuesday night, life suddenly became much more complicated for our city's Travis McDonough.

Very few people vote at the Amnicola Highway polling place, there in the unheated garage of Fire Station 10, where five folding chairs sat empty for most of Tuesday and poll workers talked of voting days gone by the way front-porch men might remember — sentimentally, wistfully — the hottest days of yesteryear.

Each election, I vote. And each election, I care less and less for it.

Want the shootings and gang violence to end?

The doctor was supposed to bring her good news.

I'm tickled pink to report that the Avondale bus stop isn't going anywhere.

Walker County, Ga., authorities are still chasing down the saboteurs who dumped tacks and oil on the Ironman Chattanooga race course last month.

It was date night for Tom and Marilyn Phelps. They went to see a romantic comedy.

In the last three weeks, my colleague Kevin Hardy has written three news reports about the questionable practices of Chattanooga State President Jim Catanzaro. I've written two — now three — columns.

For Luther

Members of our city's Concerned Citizens for Justice have just returned again from Ferguson, Mo.

There is a thin line between innovation and recklessness, between leadership and self-promotion, between vision and fantasy.

A few weeks ago, Bart Wallin conducted an experiment.

How’s this for a game-changer?

Erlanger, you want to build a new children's hospital?

The story of her childhood howls with pain, but don't turn away.

We forget.

A degree of turmoil is unfolding in the president’s office at Chattanooga State Community College.

Not long ago, you read about Chris and Cookie Rolle, the retired couple on Dodson Avenue who wake up each morning hours before the sun to serve a front-yard breakfast — fruit, cereal, hot chocolate, oatmeal, energy bars — for dozens and dozens of neighborhood children on their way to the Avondale bus stop.

Six days ago a man was raped while running in a North Shore neighborhood, Chattanooga police said.

The tiniest of revolutions is unfolding among union workers on the Volkswagen factory floor, as a handful of workers has formed a democratic caucus — sort of like a mini-union — within the United Auto Workers Local 42.

The only thing wrong with Corinne Hill's travel schedule is that she's not doing enough of it.

First, a few words to those individuals who tried to sabotage Sunday's Ironman.

As someone whose heart leans to the Left, I claim to be against sexism, mass incarceration and drone strikes that kill children in faraway places. I try to advocate for gay rights, racial justice and nonviolence, for the poor and marginalized, for the least of these.

At last count, more than 54,000 men, women and children in Hamilton County — enough people to fill AT&T Field more than eight times — were food insecure, a wonky term for this heartache: There’s not enough money to put enough food on the table.

Few individuals have done so much in so little time as Helen Burns Sharp.

Remember the day Alex Gallman died?

Numbers, apparently, do lie.

Someone wrote in, angry and ready to call it quits.

Let’s stop calling it the Ray Rice video.

Today's column is for the desperate: the folks willing to drive 300 miles through the dead of night just to get a tooth pulled.

When young, unarmed black men are shot to death, we -- the media, myself as a white man, maybe you, too -- fill the void with distractions and things that don't matter.

Welcome to Chattanooga, Arne Duncan.

Six years ago, Turner Fordham met Jordan Dodd in geometry class at Northwest Whitfield High School.

The Internet is not a commodity or a privilege.

For many years, Dan Lothian was the chronicler of America -- our best and worst.

It was the middle of summer, and we were headed on vacation to the Smokies. Apparently, so was everybody else.

We left downtown just before lunch, the three women and me.

The black-clad members of the Islamic State in Iraq and Syria (ISIS) have shown they are capable of many, many things — beheadings, crucifixions, heads-on-stake barbarism.

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