There are rats at Miller Park in downtown Chattanooga. There are homeless people there, as well.
Aren't you sick and tired of this word "shutdown?" Government shutdown. Political shutdown. Here a shutdown, there a shutdown, everywhere a shutdown.
As Alec Newby's family was inside the funeral home receiving visitors Tuesday evening, Eddie Jenkins was outside in the parking lot, sitting in his truck, trying to stop crying so he could go inside and say what he had to say.
The newsroom phone rang. It was my friend, U.S. Army Sgt. Ian Morrow.
Days after Tennessee was named the most violent state in America, Kevin Chitty walked away a free man.
We ought to outlaw motorcycle riding. Followed by hang gliding, whitewater kayaking and sky diving. Ban smoking, too.
The people's choice to win today's Nobel Peace Prize is Malala Yousafzai, the beautiful, blogging 16-year-old girl from Pakistan who survived a school-bus assassination attempt by a local gunman trying to silence her outspoken, enlightened and very anti-Taliban-esque thoughts on education.
When I think of 21st century education, one name immediately rises above all others.
Twenty years from now, we will look back at this type of hostage-taking, shutdown politics as the first step in which such political cannibalism became normal.
I say this with love.
Face your fears, they said. Stare down your demons, they said. Step out of your comfort zone, they said.
Our government has shut down. Obamacare has begun.
Adam Tatum is a human being.
The package arrived a few weeks ago in her post office box.
A long time ago, in a land far, far away, I was a coach, and a very bad one.
There are many rivers and creeks across the land, and boys play in them all the time.
Monday at lunch, I went for a little bike ride with Blythe Bailey, who's the transportation director for Chattanooga.
I hope you read about this idea and faint with delight. Laugh and not stop. Like you just won the Super Bowl and are headed to Disney. Like the Sullivan Show crowds that greeted the Beatles. That kind of joy.
The past is never dead. It's not even past.
You did it.
I didn't know the Delta Queen was ugly.
Before we talk about the startling events out of Gatlinburg, let's first discuss the Tennessee Comprehensive Assessment Program, or as it's loathsomely known to many teachers and students, the TCAP.
Let's start with some good news.
Doyle Fairchild is the opposite of terrorism.
It was 11:40 last Wednesday morning and Chad Rucks was logged onto Active.com, eagerly waiting for high noon and the online registration for the 2014 Ironman Chattanooga to begin.
According to historian William Blum, the U.S. government has bombed or aided in bombing the following nations since 1945:
Chattanooga Mayor Andy Berke's plans to bulldoze and then rebuild the Harriet Tubman public housing site could turn into something grand, perhaps his equivalent of an urban Enterprise South.
By now, you've probably heard the news: Ben Friberg made it.
This summer, Spencer Cantrell went to Palestine to move stones.
You know what some students at The Howard School are always saying to their teachers? Pestering, bugging, nagging. Those pesky kids.
The first time I heard "Blurred Lines" was when my son walked by, singing the lyrics.
Life's most persistent and urgent question is: what are you doing for others?
Stopped by the neighborhood pharmacy last week for allergy medicine, and wound up buying a copy of the 2014 Farmer's Almanac.
On Friday, Rick Bragg, the man Shakespeare would have been had he grown up in North Alabama, spoke for nearly an hour without notes to a chapel full of McCallie School students, then had lunch with a dozen or so more in John Lambert's English class.
After Chattanooga Mayor Andy Berke announced his budgeting-for-outcomes plan, I cheered. It's intelligent, cutting-edge, responsible.
I wish someone would stampede in, overturn your tables and drive the homophobic madness from your pulpit. Exorcise you.
In fundraising and philanthropy circles, they call it The Ask.
With the announcement of the Chattanooga Ironman, it’s high time we went ahead and said it.
Before we add the latest item to the list, let's review our crinkled, wrinkled collection of Things That Are Bad For Us.
The other day, my daughter discovered the door to an old fallout shelter.
Hixson's Ed Young just made national news. The Sunday New York Times, no less.
To talk about the Uranium Processing Facility in Oak Ridge, we must first talk about the 83-year-old nun with the can of spray paint.
Three large white crosses, each at least 10 stories tall, are going up on the property of an East Brainerd church.
Went to the Gig Tank’s Demo Day on Tuesday, one of the coolest events of the year in our city. Mr. President, you should’ve chosen this.
Before she moved to Chattanooga, LaToya Holloman was living in a bad neighborhood of Baltimore, like something out of Dante.
Teachers, Most years, as you well know, there’s always that one student in every class. That — one — student.
Chattanoogan Ben Friberg today completed his stand-up paddle board trip from Cuba to Florida in 28 hours, according to reports in social media. Friberg is believed to be the first person to have made the journey.
The phone call came two or three weeks ago.
It was the best of days, and the worst of them, too.
Columnist’s note: President Barack Obama is scheduled to speak this afternoon at Amazon. Odds are, his speech is already written. If not, I humbly offer this one in its stead.