Kansas colleges and universities, following a directive by the state’s chief higher education regulator, are cutting back on the credit hours required to graduate, which leaves general education on the chopping block.
There seems to be some confusion when it comes to the protests of NFL players during the national anthem before games.
A lack of respect for your fellow man is becoming a larger problem.
A long break is over and I’m ready to get back on the sports beat.
Few things are more private than a person’s medical history. Yet without the consent of patients or their doctors, America’s second-largest health care system and Google are cooperating to share personally identifiable medical information on 50 million patients. Regardless of the intentions …
Atchison has a rich history of explorers and visionaries. Lewis and Clark celebrated Independence Day on our banks during their westward trek.
Dr. Fiona Hill, the former top National Security Council expert on Russia, set the record straight on that country’s attack on the 2016 election.
Thirteen men have served their country as the President of the United States since 1943.
I met with Patty Boldridge Wednesday afternoon to snap a real quick picture and talk about Soldiers and Sailors Memorial Hall.
The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do as a journalist was report the plane crash on Sunday, July 16, that claimed the life of Atchison resident Bethany Root.
If you told eighth-grade Zach that he’d be signed up to run a half marathon in 2017, he’d laugh right in your face. And yet, here he is, however many years later, earnestly preparing for a 13.1-mile race.
I’ve lived the last year of my life convinced that I was maliciously lied to by a stranger who I met on a trail in the river bluffs last New Year’s Day. Some of you might remember that story: It was almost dark on New Year’s Day 2016 when I convinced myself I was lost on some rogue trail in …
Today I’m sharing some things that have always bothered me. Things about which you readers probably couldn’t care less. Well, caring less or not, here I go.
October is the month we celebrate death. We marvel at the colorful dying of the leaves. We celebrate the dead with Halloween, as we dress up as ghouls, goblins and specters. It is a time when the boundaries between this world and the next are incredibly thin, or so we believe.
Each day as I watch the 6 o’clock news, I reflect again on how fortunate I am to have been who and what and where I am.
There’s some things I just haven’t been able to get off my mind lately. Up soap box.
When does parenting get easier? Just when I exhale and stop worrying about one child, another one is waiting in the wings to surprise me with something.
Depending on whom you talk to in my family, any one of them would say I like our house in order at all times. I can get a bit obsessed with this. I don’t like clutter, which I define as anything left out that is currently not being used.
There are several remote controls in our house. We even have the kind that is supposed to be “universal,” so essentially we would only need one. That isn’t the case. They all seem to only have one function no matter how we program them.
I had to psych myself up to get back in the car this summer for another road trip. It goes without saying that children in a car for any extended period of time results in crankiness, hunger and boredom. Ever since the size of my family grew, we began to drive everywhere. After we had our fi…
Gathering around the dinner table to share a meal and conversation with my family is one my favorite things we do together. With children ranging in age from 8 years old to 20 years old, the range of topics is wide and sometimes changes quickly.
Being a farmer’s daughter all my life, there is one thing that holds constant agriculture production is a like a game of chance.
If I’ve heard some adages of wisdom once, I estimate I’ve heard them numerous times throughout my lifetime before I ever sat down to write a column.
The very weird weather patterns this year have adversely affected our outdoor areas along our little sliver of pie-shaped green space at our house.
Throughout my 60-plus years of living my life experiences have taught me a lot. Like most people I’ve had my shares of joys and heartaches.
Eighty years ago, Amelia Earhart came to town, and to many area people it was a very big deal. I will even venture to say some residents might even remember the day they saw Amelia Earhart in person.
Today I’m sharing some things that have always bothered me. Things about which you readers probably couldn’t care less. Well, caring less or not, here I go.
October is the month we celebrate death. We marvel at the colorful dying of the leaves. We celebrate the dead with Halloween, as we dress up as ghouls, goblins and specters. It is a time when the boundaries between this world and the next are incredibly thin, or so we believe.
Each day as I watch the 6 o’clock news, I reflect again on how fortunate I am to have been who and what and where I am.
There’s some things I just haven’t been able to get off my mind lately. Up soap box.
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