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Today's Features

  • GATLINBURG—Nashville’s Music Row moves to the mountains today through Sunday, when more than 30 hit singer-songwriters will perform at free concerts there at the second annual Smoky Mountains Songwriters Festival.
    Organizer Cyndy Montgomery Reeves, festival founder and director, said the festival will include three luncheon presentations on building a music career.
    For a schedule of free performances by hit writers and workshop times and enrollment costs, see www.smswf.com.
     

  • We heard the rumbling in the distance, like that of large tires blazing through a dusty trail of gravel. We scampered high to the old porch in anticipation, in an attempt to be the first to catch a glance at our farm mode of transportation.  Barreling around the final curve toward home, with squeaks and sounds of shocks in dire need of replacing, it arrived in glorious splendor — an oversized, somewhat white truck with a few kisses of rust placed here and about.

  • It is a sheer miracle to me that once we moved, we didn’t open boxes to finds shards of broken glass and small animals that had somehow burrowed their way into cardboard boxes labeled “kitchen supplies”. But, thankfully, most everything we transported from “old” house to “new to us” house remained intact.
    That is, except my electric can opener.

  • If you could take the totality of fair and lovely, with a side order of grace and class, you would have my grandmother. Watching her from afar with my fluffy bangs and side ponytail, sitting on a seat boosted by old JCPenney catalogs growing up, I always knew she was a woman of influence.  
    There are a few things in life, rules that I follow, that have shaped the woman I have become, and the grown up I am still becoming. Wise ideals such as:

  • Last week, in a rare shopping excursion with only one of the three gremlins (I mean, children) we stumbled upon a small hummingbird feeder on clearance for only $2.
    Anytime I see those red stickers in sight, it excites me from the inside out. I mean, why don’t I need tons of off-season flip flops in various summer colors for only a fraction of the price?
    But that day, I kept my head on straight, and thought that a purchase such as this would do our little crazy home school souls well.
    It definitely was not the smartest of choices.
    Here is why:

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    Dear vandal(s):

    When my husband and I decided to take our children to the fair on Saturday for Hometown Heroes day, we did not expect to see you there.
    My husband sees you at least five days a week — sometimes more — when you destroy the businesses, homes and vehicles of others just to benefit your own cause.

  • They say the most wonderful time of year is the Christmas season.  Sorry, Andy Williams, I have to disagree. Autumn is where it is at. Or as we so affectionately call it here in the South — fall.
    So, here are a few things I love about the fall season, in no particular order:

  • “Do you remember that day?” he asked, eyes tired from the day and preparing to drift into dream land.