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Social media wouldn’t be doing its job if it didn’t suck us in and show what we should be caring about at any given moment. And thanks to a little thing called an algorithm, there’s no limit to the amount of “for you” information (good and bad, but especially bad) being thrown your way. Ther…

A projectile is usually defined as a missile or bullet.

By Angel Kane

A few weeks ago, I wrote of famous pairs. Here are a few more which might resurrect some memories.

Gone are the days when most families gathered around the table in the early morning hours to start the day with a good breakfast. Of course, that meant someone, usually the woman of the house, would rise an hour earlier and make biscuits and fry something. That something could range from cou…

I have this habit. I’ve had it all my life.

The path alongside the creek was wet from a summer morning rainfall. The air was fresh and clean, enticing me to take long, deep breaths as I slowly crept toward my destination. The soothing tones of the bubbling brook adjoined the melodic songs of the birds in the forest, providing solace a…

I love the fall of the year. And that time is almost here. There’s just something about it that brings a feeling of satisfaction to my bones. For me, it starts when the leaves on the trees begin to make a different sound at the stirring of the wind. And then comes the morning I walk outside,…

I have a set of unspoken rules when flying. Rules that have been carefully curated and modified since the day I took my very first flight more than 30 years ago.

We’re halfway through an election cycle that is the ugliest I’ve ever seen. But no piece of campaign mail has angered me as much as something I received last week from the Michigan-based institution known as Hillsdale College.

It seems like yesterday when a nurse in the hospital delivery room turned and handed our firstborn son to me as she said, “We’re going to let the father take him down to the nurse’s station and weigh him.”

If you are a parent of young adults — then you’ve received this dreaded call.

Sometimes the things we remember and even experience come in pairs. I have given that a lot of thought lately. Here are few of my favorites.

I have a big tree in my back yard. No, it’s not a big tree. It is a giant oak. This tree is so big if I tried to run a lap around it, I would be out of breath. It is a monster.

I own 72 pairs of readers.

You see a lot written and hear a lot of talk about happiness these days. Parents say, “I just want my children to be happy.” Young grooms-to-be say, “I just want to make her happy.” Young brides-to- be say, “I just want to make him happy.” And I often hear the disappointed and disillusioned …

Many years ago, when burley tobacco was king in Middle Tennessee late of June and early July would find most tobacco “laid by.” Dark green and growing, burley seemed to thrive as temperatures were on the rise. By then, my father would be looking ahead to July 4, a day when his sons were cons…

My body clock forbade the coveted sleep I had intentionally scheduled. The habit of rising early in the morning beckoned me even on vacation. After incessant tossing and turning in an unfamiliar bed, I reluctantly arose and headed to the kitchenette to make coffee.