• OPINION: The summer parent trap

    These nice, summerish evenings, I’ve been trying to make the most of the fabulous weather and enjoy my time sitting out on the deck and taking in the scenery, as opposed to the usual recreation of sitting inside and staring at a brightly lit screen.

    Yes, escaping to the outdoors is my favorite thing to do this time of year. And our deck is quite nice as we have views of the woods behind us.

  • Opinion: If we seek to understand and be understanding ...

    By Nelda Moore

    I thought I knew what “my people” were like 200 years ago, warts and all, but I didn’t. At least not until I participated in Louisville’s first Citywide Book Read last year, reading Edward Baptist’s book and hearing the Rev Kevin Cosby interview him.

    It was not what one expects from a community book read; it was an academic tome that was not only long, but difficult reading — in every sense of the word.

  • Opinion: What’s the surprise in that?

    By David Whitlock

    “David! What are you doing here?”

    My 95-year-old mother was shocked when I appeared unexpectedly at her door.

    I had driven from Altus, Oklahoma to Lubbock, Texas to visit her but had deliberately not told her I was coming.

    Walking down the hall of the long-term care facility where she is a resident, I called her.

    “I sure wish I could visit you, Mom,” I said.

    “I know, I know,” she sighed.

  • See ‘The Stephen Foster Story’ this summer

    By Fred Allen

    For nearly 50 years, crowds of local music lovers have watched our local treasure, “The Stephen Foster Story.” During that time, there have been varying versions of this musical treat.

  • Opinion: A birthday to celebrate, a time to participate

    Yesterday, we all celebrated our 241st birthday — 241 years since America announced its independence.

    I hope you all had fun. I did. Between the hot dogs and fireworks, I did take just a few minutes to think about it all and why I love this country so much.

    There are many things to say about being an American. We think of being proud of our country. We think of what it means to live in the best place on earth and just get a warm feeling knowing we are a special nation with diverse ideas and people, and somehow we make it all work.

  • Opinion: Fourth of July a time for celebration

    By Chad McCoy

    The Fourth of July is a time that represents everything that is fundamentally great about America: the freedom and inalienable rights that this nation was founded upon.

    America is a free nation because of the courageous work of our Founders, as well as the brave men and women who have fought both here and abroad to ensure that freedom.

  • Partying with the engineers

    Garrison Keillor

    A splendid week in Norway and now it’s good to be back home, driving around town in my old beat-up Volvo and listening to The Drifters. Norway is a land of bicycles and public transit, lean healthy long-legged people striding up into the hills, but I love my car where I can add a bass vocal to “At night the stars they put on a show for free, and, darling, you can share it all with me.”

  • Why do they even play the game?

    By Charles Krauthammer

    In mathematics, when you’re convinced of some eternal truth but can’t quite prove it, you offer it as a hypothesis (with a portentous capital H) and invite the world, future generations if need be, to prove you right or wrong. Often, a cash prize is attached.

  • Opinion: Let us not forget the price paid for our freedom

    More than 200 years ago, our Founding Fathers put their lives on the line to create a new country in which freedom reigned. These men had a vision of a nation unafraid to face its enemies and win. We, the people of the United States, have faced insurmountable odds since our young country’s conception but continue to fight for our God-given rights unique to the United States of America.

    The Fourth of July was the day on which the Declaration of Independence was ratified.

  • Opinion: Why this ‘brought in’ decided to stay

    This was supposed to be goodbye.

    After five years as a reporter for The Kentucky Standard — the best job I’ve ever had in the most beautiful place I’ve ever lived — I was going home.

    I had accepted a job with the Richmond Register, the small daily where I learned the craft of reporting in my 20s after earning a journalism degree at Eastern Kentucky University and working a couple of years without an editor at nearby weeklies.