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Renae Green Guest columnist Every year, I like to partake in what I call after-Christmas-shopping-therapy. Growing up, this was a tradition for me and my… Login to continue reading Login…

Melinda Clements Guest columnist Have you ever wondered why the things that exasperate us about others are the very things we see in them, that… Login to continue reading Login…

Renae Green Guest columnist January’s almost over, and I still hear strands of “Joy to the World” echoing in my mind. When I picture joy,… Login to continue reading Login…

Melinda Clements Guest columnist They fell in love in high school. They dated the entire time. Their whole life revolved around each other. He was… Login to continue reading Login…

Renae Green Guest columnist Y’all, I’m a hippie. An undercover one, considering I wear dress shoes, slacks, and a blazer most days. But looks can… Login to continue reading Login…

I was headed to West Texas. I had some unfinished business there and would be out of pocket for a few days. I was starving,… Login to continue reading Login…

Breaking Bad My childhood was spent with my parents drilling good habits into my brain: brush your teeth before bed, stand up straight, do your homework before you go outside to play. Yet despite the decades of training in good habits, the not-so-great practices follow me around like c-grade hunting dogs.

It’s the story of my life. It’s an addiction and no matter how hard I try I cannot escape or turn the other way. I’ve tried walking away and I’ve tried ignoring all the possibilities but something deep inside me just won’t let it go no matter the situation or circumstances.