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.
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.
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.
Elizabeth Baker can't see too well.
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.
One of the most powerful rituals in our society is the burial ceremony of a veteran.
My son has his own houndstooth hat, for crying out loud.
Somewhere inside the Central Office, there is a multiyear strategy to alter — dramatically — the health insurance plans for all Hamilton County public school teachers and employees.
This morning, there's no breakfast.
During an otherwise pleasant evening, we stood up from the kitchen table, took our plates to the sink, walked outside and then -- as if this sort of thing was normal -- dumped five-gallon buckets of ice water all over our heads.
On the morning school was canceled, Henry Webb's mom did not tell him the whole truth.
Aaron Roden broke so much.
It was too soon for him to die.
TCAP scores arrived in the mailbox this week, so now I'm doing the only reasonable thing a parent can do.
The future ain't what it used to be. — Yogi Berra
By now, you’ve probably heard of Helen Burns Sharp. Lots of folks have.
But don’t you understand?
You know, this is how "The Walking Dead" started.
Thursday, when so many things merge together.
Here's a lawyer joke you haven't heard.
Two years ago this week, an 84-year-old nun, a carpenter and a Vietnam veteran committed an act of civil disobedience so jarring that history may one day judge it as the most compellingly influential since Rosa Parks.
On Tuesday, we had the fastest Internet on the planet. We were Dale Jr. on fiber optics; everybody else, the Ingalls family.
Pardon me boys, is that a new Chattanooga Choo Choo?