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I love it when summer rolls around and school is out for the season.
I’ve been privileged to be in the business of Tennessee history for the past 16 years. During that time, I have done a lot of reading and listening. Here is a list of 10 things about Tennessee history people seem to get wrong.
Few Tennesseans know there is a military branch of the Tennessee State Museum on the south entrance of the War Memorial Building.
It is an undisputed fact that exercise is good for you, no matter your age.
Thought for the week: The Bible warns that bitterness is dangerous and self-destructive. So, today, make a list of the people you need to forgive and the things you need to forget, and then ask God to give you the strength to forgive and move on.
I could see them coming — her and her dog — as I stood behind the great wall of okra that I’d planted in my side yard.
At one point in my career in education, I worked with an administrator who, as I discussed with him a problem I thought needed to be addressed, said “One of my roles as an administrator is to drag my feet until problems go away.”
Editor's note: This column was published before the Heritage Foundation decided on Wednesday to close the Franklin Theatre for the rest of the year.
As an African American man and resident of Williamson County for over 25 years, I believe the visible image of the Confederate battle flag on the Williamson County seal needs to be removed and replaced.
My husband, Eric, and I have been married almost 30 years, and at the end of June, he will take early retirement after 32 years with the same company.
Gov. Albert Roberts called a special session of the Tennessee General Assembly in 1920 to consider the 19th Amendment, which sought to give women the right to vote.
News of the death of Johnny Majors, a University of Tennessee legend, added the emotion of sadness to my reaction upon hearing his name.
“Tell us again, Great Grandpa, about how people used to be able to buy toilet paper whenever they wanted,” one of my imaginary great-grandchildren pleads with me 30 years in the future, his voice muffled by the mask that was surgically attached to the lower part of his face the moment he was born.
An open letter to the Daughters of the Confederacy:
Andy was a teaching colleague of mine a number of years ago. He was almost 20 years older than me and told me once about his short-lived career as a gigolo.
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