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Great teachers inspire
When autumn whispers her last, sweet goodbyes, and November comes rustling over a leafy carpet of crimson and gold, I am often...
Voices from the grave
My most poignant memories of years spent tracking stories through eastern Kentucky are images of mourners trudging, single file...
A few days ago I found myself in a no man's land we call our garage...
A man of letters
He was a man after my own heart, Rob Wilson. Although we never met...
Nostalgia in the corner pocket
My longtime friend and onetime eight-ball opponent, Ron Bland of Bagdad, asked the other day what's happened to all the poolroo...
Let's remember the cost of freedom
Here they were in my hands, the most dangerous days of Dallas Jacobs' 91 years, scribbled in pencil on unlined paper in what he...
Drawing the line
You may want to keep a Kentucky map handy for this one, folks.
Signs of spring
About this time each year—when the suddenly soft breezes stir among wildflowers and new grasses—Anthony Trammell's...
Heifer with a heart
Someone could write a wonderful children's book about "Miss Helen, the blind cow." All I can do is tell you about her heart. On...
Returned with regrets
When I recently crossed paths with Carol Ann Hunter, who I'd not seen in years, she mentioned that she still has her pennies.
Writer preserves valuable memories of a way of life
Your best gift may be to listen
Social networking 1925
A pocketful of hope becomes life full of devotion for Spencer County couple
Tree is long gone, but memories still haunt
Room to Grow
Back-to-school blue jeans easy to laugh about now