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It was a Tuesday in 2001 while putting the final touches on the newspaper before sending it to the press I heard a loud voice calling me from the front of the building, “I want to see Moore not less.” This was how a local retired doctor would address me.

Step away from the Clorox wipes. Put down that bar of soap. Throw away that hand sanitizer! Why are we all so obsessed with scrubbing every available surface until it gleams in disinfected splendor? Let some things just be gross. Go swim in a pond, let your kids play in the mud. Don’t lose y…

As summer begins, although I really think it began last month, I am reminded of many summers of the past. 

I must admit that I sure do miss the “good ole days.” I never dreamed that I would ever think that must less say it. 

It’s time; I am turning in my media badge and saying goodbye to my career in journalism. It’s been fun, it’s been frustrating and overall it has been incredibly rewarding.

This past week my life has been swept into a whirl wind with a few new challenges.

The answer would be yes if you listen to the Democratic Socialist of America (DSA). Most of you probably didn’t even know that there was such an organization here in America. They have been around since the 1960’s but have gained popularity in the past few years. 

This Sunday marks my second year to celebrate Mother’s Day as a mom. Things are different now that I’m a mother celebrating the day than when I was just celebrating my mom.

I mean no disrespect to the office or to President Donald Trump but for purposes for this column I will often refer to President Trump as simply “Trump” to make a point.

Holy Week has brought an array of emotions and as I watched the reports of the blaze engulfing the Notre Dame Cathedral on Monday, I couldn’t help but be grateful and heartbroken at the same time. 

Years ago a friend told me that one day in the near future that technology would replace people’s jobs. My response was “yeah right” with sarcasm. Today I am rethinking my response.

You know that moment when you wake up in the middle of the night and really need to use the restroom, so you blindly stumble across your dark room, run into something shin level that you could’ve sworn wasn’t there when you went to sleep, and yell “WHO’S THERE?!” even though it’s no one and …

The kitchen is my sanctuary. I love to cook and that’s where you will find me most anytime I am at home. 

Everywhere you look these days we are bombarded with advertisements. They can be found in newspapers, magazines, on billboards, TV, radio and even our clothes and shoes. You may ask why? Because advertising works when done right.

It has been 67 days since I made my New Year’s Resolutions. And in the span of two months and five days, I think I have broken all of them. I guess that’s what happens when we resolve to resolve. Which brings us to Lent. Rejoice! 

There’s something to be said about growing up in a small town. There’s a sense of community and camaraderie that manifests itself in a more focused way than it does in the big city. And while I didn’t grow up in Henderson, with each trip to a basketball game or commissioners court meeting I’…

Every year as far as I can remember we usually spend Christmas with our families, but this past Christmas Ann and I decided that we would spend Christmas in the Great Smoky Mountains. It has been over four years since we’ve had a much-needed vacation. In my line of work everyone needs at lea…

There are times in my life where I have felt many different emotions due to the actions of the people in my life. Some of those emotions are sad, happy, mad, appreciated and forgotten.

Our 41st president left a tremendous Legacy on the role the American presidency. An outsized role that has been understated up until recently when all of the news channels have begin to review the amazing accomplishments and achievements of this remarkable statesman and world leader.

This year I learned a lot about how to deal with being overwhelmed and how to let go. So many of my days in 2018 were spent feeling this way. Two thousand and eighteen was so fulfilling and while there was a lot of good, I would get so stuck.

Coming home for the holidays has been an almost surreal experience. Don’t get me wrong, I love being home, but it feels like I’ve been going 90 miles per hour and just spotted a state trooper on the side of the road. Everything feels aggressively slower. As fast as I have been going lately, …

Bark! Bark! Well readers it is with much sadness that I announce this will be my last column with Big Dog. I have decided to pursue other interest.