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Every spring brings with it a stirring in me to return once again to the Brim Hollow.

"You shall seek me, and find me, when you shall search for me with all your heart.” (Jeremiah 29:13)

In 1976, my grandparents moved from their house in Hendersonville to a brand new retirement center just off of Gallatin Road in Madison near Briley Parkway. It was called Chippington Towers and stood about 12 stories tall. They lived on the ninth floor. I have very fond memories of visiting and I stayed with them quite a bit.

For those of us who made our donations just before the holidays or the end of the year several months ago, it might seem that it's too early for an article like this. It isn't.

One time playing football I got double-teamed while on defense and they blocked me about 15 yards down the field. I remember coming to the sideline and my coach saying, “Next time you feel that happening, fall down. Make a giant pile. That makes it difficult for anyone to go through. Make it chaotic for the other team.”

As with many places growing up my little piece of heaven is long gone. There are no signs it ever existed, and even if you tried to describe how it looked based on what is there now, you still wouldn’t be able to process it.

Years ago, when the movie “Twilight” was all the rage, I had a friend who told me it was the worst movie ever made and he could not believe his kids wanted to see that “garbage,” as he referred to it.

For me, joy is just this knowing that something is so good, even when it's so very small and simple. 

Every spring brings with it a stirring in me to return once again to the Brim Hollow.

One of my favorite movies, and I am sure yours as well, is "Forrest Gump." Since it is on just about every day we all have seen it, in parts, a million times. There are scenes that really hit us deep and one that involves Forrest and Lt. Dan and is the genesis for this story.

When events are discouraging, it can take just one person's perspective to help us see differently from where we are standing.

I have come to the conclusion that good manners and appropriate language are never out of place.

Some of us create pleasant and/or safe spaces with boundaries we have every right to set, while others of us, having the same rights, struggle with imposing any kind of physical or virtual wall or line in the sand.

Spoiler alert: This will not be a groundbreaking, earth-shattering column, but I hope it goes a long, long way toward settling a debate.

Some may call it being star-struck. I prefer to call it “extreme reverence.” There are two times in my life when I have seen it in full effect and it is something I will never forget.

I've never met anyone who has made it through life completely alone.

Summer is here and that means all the high school kids and the college kids will embark on the greatest lesson they can possibly get.

It was Memorial Day 2005. I was working at WKRN at the time doing the morning show and I had volunteered to work that Monday, while most of the other reporters were off.