A child's dilemma, in one day
The year was 1948 and I was 12 years old. It was early fall and school had begun.
Every year, we got new school clothes which included nice shoes, pretty dresses and a cardigan sweater.
The year was 1948 and I was 12 years old. It was early fall and school had begun.
Every year, we got new school clothes which included nice shoes, pretty dresses and a cardigan sweater.
This column has nothing to do with whether or not the column’s title is true.
The point of this piece is that I can say it – without fear of going to prison.
A recent visit by Robert and Deborah Oliver Felix concluded a 10-year search for their Hare family ancestors.
Over a year ago, my colleague Matthew – pastor of the church I served from 2001-05 – contacted me about preaching at homecoming.
“Banned Books Week” is next week.
Today’s outcry over “book banning” doesn’t flow from actual threats to freedom of speech; book bans don’t exist in America anymore.
When I was a child, I was always asking questions. I asked so many questions that my dad, like many parents, would get tired of it.
Some areas of our local mountains have names that sound strange to some folks and are often mispronounced, causing certain places to wind up with different names – or at least different spellings.<
Have you ever traveled on a southern road and saw three mysterious, tall, colored crosses on the side of the highway?
Sept. 17 is Constitution Day. It’s a great time to reread our Constitution and remember the freedoms we enjoy and the responsibilities of our political leaders.
As a person grows older, do they get more religious?