It's raining -- a lot -- these days in middle Tennessee. Most of our fall and all of our winter has been downright wet, as we've been cau...

A couple of weeks ago, I had the good fortune to be among nearly 70 artists participating in the 14th annual Art Event at Lipscomb Academ...

“You know this is a private community!” “Yes, ma’am, I do.” “Do you have permission to fish this lake?” “Yes, ma’am, I do.” “Who gave it ...

The storm roared outside. Wind gusts flapped the side walls and rattled the roof rafters. Our tent was being pelted by nickel-sized hail ...

A pale and milky-green rivulet of ice water flowed past the minarets of the single-lane bridge, and downstream through the corridor of oa...

They touched chests. One was shirtless; the other in a tank top. Their noses briefly brushed, their eyes locked, and they stood, passiona...