In the middle of putting this issue together – our last of the year – I was informed that our publisher, Kelly Till, had accepted another job and was leaving the company.
The orange-feathered chicken approached the grapevine with determination, its wattle dangling, its comb bouncing with each step. It was beautiful in its own way, but altogether unremarkable. That is, right up until it made a move that caught our team off guard.
By Clay Barbour Bear with me as I talk shop for a little bit. Journalists, and journalism itself, have taken it in the teeth for a good long while. We can argue whether it’s fair or unfair. Believe me, behind the scenes we complain about decisions involving coverage and approach more than you argue over […]
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Jeff Hewitt was equal parts poet, journalist, community activist and photographer. He died in February, but leaves behind an enduring legacy.
There’s something special about transforming four walls and a roof into your own little corner of the world.