Sometimes it’s nice just to think back, and being that July 4 weekend is coming up, I can’t help but think of all the ways we’ve celebrated over the years.
With Mother’s Day approaching, I’ve done my usual brainstorming of ways to show my mother how much I appreciate her, and I came across this poem titled, “Now that I’m a mother.” Author unknown.
Stigma, “a mark of disgrace associated with a particular circumstance, quality, or person,” as Oxford Dictionary defines it has been attached to several diseases, socioeconomic status and more over the years — COVID-19 or the coronavirus is no different.
As everyone sits around their Christmas tree, menorah, kinara or any other holiday symbol with their family this year, keep in mind what’s important – family.
The other day as my friend pumped her gas, I heard from inside the car a noise I had become familiar with “gas station TV,” one of the many screens that we constantly have in our face.
I understand that print journalism and broadcast journalism are two completely different ball games, but with Hurricane Harvey, Hurricane Irma and Hurricane Jose in full force as this column is being written, I can’t help but question the tactics of some broadcast journalists.
This past Saturday was the two-year anniversary of the tragic event that took the lives of two young, vibrant individuals, news reporter Alison Parker and video journalist Adam Ward of WDBJ7.
If you’re on Facebook or listen to WAKG 103.3, I’m sure you haven’t been able to avoid the chatter or the videos from their recent competition, Sing For the Ring with Eden Jewelry.
I’ve felt like my world was crashing all around me, like I could hardly breathe, as if the unthinkable had happened, that he had hurt me. But even that wasn’t the end of the world.
When I first heard about the possibility of providing free meals for all schools, I crossed my fingers and my toes and hoped and hoped that all children in this county would be able to get free meals, but it didn’t quite work out that way.