We like beer, but we're no Homer Simpson.
The last time Ash-Lee Woodard Henderson was arrested, the 28-year-old mother was handcuffed and carried off the ground by police — one held her arms, the other her legs — out of a Nashville legislative committee room, where she and six others had come to do all they could to block passage of laws that would weaken labor unions in Tennessee.
Do not bomb Syria. Do not send weapons to Syria. Do not interfere with Syria.
Bustani. It's the Swahili word for garden.
Before the basement fire that scattered them across the city, folks at Patten Towers did a lot of sitting. An awful, awful lot of sitting.
For stealing the time, personnel and already-thin budgets of our area's most important aid agencies, the owners of Patten Towers ought to be charged with theft.
This whole freedom thing? No one ever said it would be easy. You want easy, move to North Korea.
We take pride in what we do. — Joyce Walker, PK Management
"There is no plan. If you want to save your children, you're going to have to do it yourself." — Educator and social activist Geoffrey Canada, speaking in 2011 to a Chattanooga audience
Schools are not prisons.
Monday morning, I climbed in the back of a little red Kia, wedging myself between tool boxes, water bottles and seven spare bike wheels. It was the support car — picture a bike shop on wheels — for I AM Racing, one of the teams entered in the women's USA Cycling Professional Road National Championships.
A week ago, I tossed out to you, beloved readers, a series of questions, including this one: What's the best, craziest, most fun idea out there on improving one aspect of Chattanooga?
Before the final morning came when he could take no more of the sadness and pain, and aimed the cold barrel of a Beretta .40 caliber to his left temple, Chris McDonald was a Marine.
The strip mall was like any other: a manicurist, a shoe shop or Laundromat, some empty storefronts with "For Lease" signs in their windows.
Last Friday, her heart beating as if it was bursting out of a stable, Stacie Sparks Hand loaded up her gray Nissan, hugged and kissed her parents bye, and drove away from her Red Bank home.
• Who is the most powerful person in the area?
Weird is cardboard sledding.
To all you graduating high school seniors: Bravo.
When thinking about Angelina Jolie's breasts, I did the only thing any man would do.
The new movie version of F. Scott Fitzgerald's "The Great Gatsby" premiered on screens across America last week.
To get inside Shonda Mason's home, step wide past the brown-and-white pit bull leashed to the front porch and into the living room where a muted "Sports Center" plays on one TV and old reruns of '80s cop shows on another.
On Palm Sunday night, 48 days ago, many of our city's gang leaders gathered around a wooden dining-room table, some of them sitting, some standing, all agreeing to put down their weapons.
Riverbend is like a pile of kindling that, each summer, refuses to light.
Justin Tabor — the Hamilton County deputy sheriff who bought beer for teenagers — still has a job.
It's there in this one-page letter from the Department of Justice. Right there.
This week, the wide world of sports grew even wider.
This morning, the sheriff's office takes over control of the Murray County Animal Shelter in Chatsworth, Ga. This news is not necessarily Cruella De Vil bad, but sure isn't St. Francis good.
Between 2003 and 2009, the Tennessee Department of Education paid more than $89 million in contracts to six corporations that create the process of standardized tests our public school students are required to take. (Roughly half the money came from federal funds, according to U.S. Department of Education documents).
Before he lived alone in a hut in an English forest, speaking to no one for an entire year, Randy Weinberg, blue eyes the color of the sky, was a wrestler. A very, very good one.
The way we get our food — especially our meat — is the most important system in America.
It's TCAP time in Tennessee, when prepubescent kids — chocolate milk stains on their shirts and stubby No. 2 pencils clutched tightly in their grip — spend hours and hours bubbling in question after standardized question.
Need something to feel good about? A double espresso of pick-me-up joy amidst the doom-and-gloom headlines?
Monday night, several hours after the Boston Marathon attack, the governor of Massachusetts held a nationally televised news conference.
Reason No. 1,352 that Chattanooga is good and becoming great?
A marathon is 26 miles of life and many attempts at outrunning death.
For years, our city has been making headlines near and far.
The other day, I watched my kids tinker with the family iPad. Sliding their sticky fingers left and right on the screen — like working the eye slot on some old speakeasy door — they did the work of gods.
Can a stadium win best supporting actor?
Try starving them out.
Don't don't don't don't don't. Please don't.
It happened. Again.
Sex Week — billed as a way to educate the student body on sexual awareness — begins Sunday at the University of Tennessee at Knoxville campus.
Spent a recent morning at a local high school. See if you can guess which one.
My boy walks up with a toy stethoscope. "Listen to my heart, Dad," he says.
The message of Easter is found not in the highest church but in the lowest gutter.
It's happened before. And is happening now. In places dealing with far worse bloodshed than here.
The cease-fire called Sunday night by many city gangs was originally scheduled to take place at a City Hall building.
The group of gang leaders had just walked out of the dining room -- a stack of pizza boxes on the table, makeshift ashtrays, extra chairs but still not enough for everyone -- and back into the gusty night.
Jose Molina was driving his white Nissan Maxima down Main Street on a July night last summer when a police car began to follow him.
It looked so good.