Let’s Change the Breast Cancer Headlines
“Texas Longhorns women’s hoops great Tiffany Jackson dies.” The headline made me want to know the rest of the story: “at 37 of breast cancer.”
“Texas Longhorns women’s hoops great Tiffany Jackson dies.” The headline made me want to know the rest of the story: “at 37 of breast cancer.”
October is beautiful, busy, and full of things to pay attention to–things like domestic violence and emotional wellness. And, if you work it right, you
“Try to remember the kind of September, when life was slow and oh, so mellow…” (Schmidt, Jones) Autumn has finally arrived and whether your summer
I’m not sure whose bright idea this was—sending plane and busloads of immigrants to democratic cities at taxpayers’ expense to show disgust for immigration policies—but
“Man on a shooting spree in Memphis, police say.” The headline scrawled across the television said it all, but I was busy with my shrimp
College presidents have a million things to keep them awake at night—pandemics, dormitories, or whatever they’re called now, the latest amenities, deferred maintenance, accreditation, staffing,
I’m happy to report that I finished paying my student loans before I started drawing Social Security benefits, but barely. I didn’t borrow much—about $5,000,
I prescribe to the notion of when you don’t know what to say, keep quiet. So, for the past two weeks, like the scriptures, I’ve
I was reading a recent interview on school board elections in the Tennessean newspaper and saw this question: “Will you commit to being civil in
“First, they came for the communists, and I did not speak out because I was not a communist; Then they came for the trade unionists,
“Texas Longhorns women’s hoops great Tiffany Jackson dies.” The headline made me want to know the rest of the story: “at 37 of breast cancer.”
October is beautiful, busy, and full of things to pay attention to–things like domestic violence and emotional wellness. And, if you work it right, you
“Try to remember the kind of September, when life was slow and oh, so mellow…” (Schmidt, Jones) Autumn has finally arrived and whether your summer
I’m not sure whose bright idea this was—sending plane and busloads of immigrants to democratic cities at taxpayers’ expense to show disgust for immigration policies—but
“Man on a shooting spree in Memphis, police say.” The headline scrawled across the television said it all, but I was busy with my shrimp
College presidents have a million things to keep them awake at night—pandemics, dormitories, or whatever they’re called now, the latest amenities, deferred maintenance, accreditation, staffing,
I’m happy to report that I finished paying my student loans before I started drawing Social Security benefits, but barely. I didn’t borrow much—about $5,000,
I prescribe to the notion of when you don’t know what to say, keep quiet. So, for the past two weeks, like the scriptures, I’ve
I was reading a recent interview on school board elections in the Tennessean newspaper and saw this question: “Will you commit to being civil in
“First, they came for the communists, and I did not speak out because I was not a communist; Then they came for the trade unionists,