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Today's Features

  •  JACKSBORO—The Campbell County High School Theatre Arts Spring Semester classes present their final play production of the year: Yearbook. 

  • Ahh, Mother’s Day. That special day reserved for the ladies who wipe noses and raise future leaders.  Who sacrifice time and energy to create an atmosphere conducive to mothering and loving little ones. Most women are adorned with flowers, sweets, lovely cards or brunch on a patio overlooking the tranquil waves of the lake.
    I got a goat.

  • Dear husband,

    Whenever you part ways with the homestead to endure training for any length of time, things tend to take on a different form around here. The grass grows taller, the laundry pile is smaller, and the children are at a level of crazy of which even the best of scientists and parenting experts offer no explanation. So, allow me to grant you a small window into life as we know it in your absence:

  •  JACKSBORO—Campbell County High School presents “Young Frankenstein” — a collaborative effort between the Advanced Vocal Music class of John Edwards and the Advanced Theatre Arts class of Billie Jo Ralston. 

  •  Bless you, allergy sufferers. That sneezing-wheezing-coughing-itching, hard-to-focus-on-anything time of year is back with a vengeance. Symptoms associated with allergies are annoying for most. But for others, allergic reactions may lead to more serious conditions such as asthma and sinus infections. If left untreated, a patient’s quality of life may suffer. An estimated 26 million Americans — roughly 20 percent of the population — are affected by seasonal allergies, according to the American Academy of Allergy, Asthma and Immunology. 

  • The walls and floor are littered with graffiti.
    The writings proclaim everything from a love a of heroin to a love of a God.
    The room has a stale smell of hopelessness and despair.
    But for five hours every Sunday night that changes.
    Instead it is filled with a message of faith and deliverance.

  •  By PHILLIP BOSHEARS

    stories@lafollettepress.com

    With its nose lined up on the white centerline, everything is ready. 

    “Downtown traffic. 757 Sierra Yankee. Departing runway 26, downtown traffic,” says the pilot.

    The engine begins to roar. It speeds down the runway. Then suddenly—lift off. 

    The climb begins.

    Once at 3,500 feet, everything is quiet. Off in the distance, are the towering Great Smoky Mountains.

  •                    “Ah, Lord God! Behold, Thou hast made the heavens and the earth by Thy great power and by thine outstretched arm. Nothing is too difficult for Thee”(Jeremiah 32:17).

  • I can remember when I was a teenager, secretly dying to be 30.
    I thought: “People would finally take me serious when I am 30.”
    Kind of like when you are in elementary school and you cannot wait to get acne—because it is a mark of age.
    Growing up, all we want to do is grow up.
    We want time to fly, years to pass, until we get to that magical age where everything comes together and life just makes sense.
    I turned 31 last weekend.
    And life still does not make any sense.