After a week of Ferguson protests that have roiled the country, President Obama on Monday did what he generally does in times of crisis: He had a meeting.
I've come to believe that Christmas is state of mind and, therefore, pretty much a matter of timing.
Everyone seems to have an opinion about the tragic events in Ferguson, Missouri.
It had been 10 days and Sam was sick and tired of being sick and tired. He had only been out of the house for a trip to Robert's Apothecary for vitamins, nasal spray and a B-12 shot. He pinned his hopes on Robert's elixirs, supplemented with Dayquil and Nyquil.
Whether grand jurors in Missouri did the right thing will be debated for years. Beyond debate is the wisdom of the decision to go public -- instantly -- with reports, photos, drawings and testimony transcripts related to the death of Michael Brown.
In covering the violence engulfing Ferguson, Missouri, media routinely cite the following numbers to explain the frustration of the minority community there: Ferguson's population is two-thirds African-American, yet the mayor, five of the six City Council members and nearly the entire police force are white.
Friday afternoon Adrine Younger welcomed me into her tidy kitchen and offered me a glass of tea and a piece of Italian cream cake. The grandmother and widowed mother of five lives in a pleasant one-story farmhouse about a mile down a gravel road that bears the family name. I had come to talk politics.
WASHINGTON -- When Barack Obama looks in the mirror these days, he must see a terrifying visage staring back at him: that of George W. Bush.
By now, most Americans probably have formed an opinion about what comedian Bill Cosby did or didn't do sexually to or with at least 16 women beginning in the 1960s.
This Thanksgiving marks an anniversary for a particularly difficult time, probably one of my most traumatic days. I have the gift of not remembering the bad things so when something stands out, it is for a reason.
In the 1960s, Tupelo was an Ole Miss town. This was especially true in east Tupelo, my part of town, and Lawhon Elementary school, where I attended first through eighth grade.
When does the voice of the people no longer matter? Is it when the voice of the governed is silenced?
The voters have spoken. My white kitten, Chuck Younger, is named after Mississippi's most recently elected state senator.
As predicted, the Ferguson grand jury decided not to indict police officer Darren Wilson in the fatal shooting of Michael Brown. And as expected, chaos erupted and violence swept through the streets.
In September, I received an email that should have left me feeling vindicated.
As we previously have noted, Gov. Phil Bryant should have known more about Chris Epps before reappointing him prison commissioner in 2012.
I heard the news recently of John Doar's passing.
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