Friday, September 11th, 2015
By: Janelle Hamrick In the corner of a small, typical neighborhood street in Chattanooga, Tennessee, sits a nondescript brick home that could be easily overlooked. Inside those walls, people are nearing the end of their lives, and they are being met with the grace and kindness we all deserve and would hope for at such
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Thursday, October 2nd, 2014
Some high school students cannot read Arthur Miller’s The Crucible without giggling over Tituba’s name. Female students are not allowed to carry purses at school and are told to “be discreet” when handling feminine hygiene products when...
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Monday, September 22nd, 2014
Mindful of my mother’s barometric weathers Knoxville poet Linda Parsons Marion knew she had to “break and till the difficult ground of childhood and its aftermath” when she began to write her powerful volume of poetry called...
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Thursday, August 7th, 2014
By: Carole Ann Borges When Linda Hill talks about her fight to survive the simultaneous attack of four different cancers on her normally robust body, her arms fly away from her sides. One fist pounds against the...
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Thursday, July 17th, 2014
By Barbara S F Davis This past winter Deborah lay in the cancer ward at U. T. Hospital, resting after a difficult treatment. She heard music. Live violin music. She was enchanted. One of an increasing number...
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Tuesday, May 6th, 2014
By: Suzanne Johnson Let’s Talk About PoopLike many stories, this one starts at the end—my rear end to be exact. Back in the spring of 2006 I would have called it “irregularity” or another polite euphemism. That’s...
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