Cook: Voting Day is every day
For many in Chattanooga, it hurts in the worst place.

For many in Chattanooga, it hurts in the worst place.

It was just after Valentine's Day. Kat, 34, and Krista, 29, had tried for years to get pregnant. Back in the fall, the doctors had good news: the fertility treatments worked. Really worked. Krista was carrying twins!
Need a reason to be against the death penalty?

Each year, around this time, I try to write a column about Christian Bryant.

A century or so ago, American football was quite different. Touchdowns counted 5 points. Field goals, 4. There was no such thing as a forward pass. Or helmets. Games were 70 minutes long. A first down came after five yards, not 10.
Years ago, I stumbled onto centering prayer, then meditation, and both have saved me in the way swimming lessons would a drowning man.

One year ago this week, prison officials working for the state of Georgia - backed with the blessing of prison chaplains, wardens, politicians and parole board members - executed Kelly Gissendaner.

Protest has always been part of who we are. Dumping tea. Greeting tax collectors with tar and feathers. Declarations of rebellion. There is no America without American protest.
For the last 10 years or so, students have reunited in early September over a meal. Sometimes it's just two or three. Sometimes the table is packed.
Cameron Bean lives. How else can you explain what happened last Saturday, when a small town of runners woke up before dawn to descend upon the North Shore, all because of Cameron?