Church. It's a place for the brokenhearted and the redeemed; a place for the newest babes and the oldest saints; it's a place where people go to feel safe, a place they trust won't abuse its power or take advantage of them when they're weak. The story of churches doing the latter isn't new, …

Every time Christian County Public Schools releases its annual discipline report, eyebrows raise and conclusions are drawn. From the students to the administrators to the parents, everyone looks for someone to blame for the number of suspensions, but let's look a little closer to determine w…

One of my favorite Facebook reposts is about how young people are just so fickle. "Back in my day," it may begin. "If something was broke, we'd fix it."

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It was a day in my newspaper career that will live in infamy.

Success breeds imitation. Imitation makes convention. Convention is the sire of tradition. Unfortunately, tradition spawns purists.

If President Donald Trump has declared war on the free press of this great nation, don’t bother picking sides. Save your popcorn and put away the DVR.

Everybody knows somebody somewhere who doesn’t worry about worrying too much.

There’s no place like home.

Lately, the same crazy dream is keeping me up at night.

Nobody in this great big world is a bigger Elvis fan than Walker McCutcheon.

Forty-four years have passed in just the blink of an eye.

Don’t read this alone in the dark. That thing under your bed might get anxious. The monsters that come to life when the lights go out would know. The dead-eyed woman on the ceiling above you might get angry.

Jimmy Carter might not be my favorite president, but it’s near to impossible not to like somebody who saw a UFO and doesn’t lie about it.

It was one of the greatest moments of my life, even if it did kind of fizzle out and end with the hero — ME — playing second fiddle to an Army bugle call and Old Glory.

Give “Forrest Gump” some credit for teaching me to appreciate an important life lesson.

The words of Ralph Waldo Emerson always inspire me in times of loss and sympathy.

Everybody who’s gotten behind the wheel of a car is guilty of it.

If disappointment were a currency, the people who have believed in me along the way would be driving European sports cars on the way to their waterfront villas.

Not many people know it, but the FBI put me in my place a long time ago.

Former U.S. Attorney and liberal activist Preet Bharara caught my eye with a tweet last week: “What if Jeff Bezos bought Twitter with the change in his pocket and shut Trump’s account?”

Every April, after spring has actually sprung, a cheerful little flower pops up all over town and reminds me of a cherished heritage that never fails to put a lump in my throat.

George Carlin made a career out of poking fun at those polite and sometimes ridiculous expressions that help people deal with the harshness and ugliness of real life.

That ice-cold stare on the general’s face looks the same after all these years.

Near one of the railroad crossings on Old Madisonville Road stands a small cross. My dad pointed it out to me when I was just a small boy. He said it was a memorial to someone long dead, someone who perished trying to jump the raised crossing in a vehicle going too fast.

Forget about hunting for Easter eggs.

Hopkinsville just isn’t the same.

Change is the world’s greatest spectator sport. The universe is in constant motion, a never-ending cycle of evolution and progress we have absolutely no say in. Like a great river with massive undercurrents and rapids, it’s either stay out or drown.

Hail to the Chiefs.Today is Presidents Day, which is the ideal time to brush up on some interesting facts about the occupants of the White House who’ve steered the course of the nation over the past 241 years.

Staying healthy and living a long, productive life will never be a Sunday stroll through the park.

High school should be a time for making great memories that last a lifetime.

It was the first thought that popped into my head after that bunch of chubby, dim-witted reporters began poking and prodding at President Trump’s fitness to hold office.