Let's just call the Music City deluge a naturally occurring metaphor.
Will one-fourth of our citizenry be left in the digital ditch?
I have a relative up in the Rust Belt who owns a small machine tool company and watches Fox News.
My oldest child is applying to colleges, so there’s been a lot of talk around my house this year about the underlying purpose and real value of education.
Was Jack Kerouac a keeper of visions or a self-destructive individualist?
Capitalism: A Love Story examines a "filthy, rotten system."
Vacation Bible Schools isn't nearly as bad as, say, the Inquisition.
Two multimedia projects see Africa as the planet's musical heart and soul.
Smart people concocted a fantasy empire based on investing in other people’s debt.
When I began writing this column back in 1985, my page could hold up to 1,000 words. Over the years that number has shrunk, first to 800, then 700.
The future of Appalachia -- and the planet -- depends on unseating King Coal.
Major record labels haven't adapted to the wired age -- and they're losing.
Can Obama move us past the culture wars of the last 40 years?
Fred Rogers, the creator and host of the children?s TV show, Mister Rogers?
For 500 years, Western culture, for better or worse, was formed by its books.
When we separate pleasure from responsibility, we defy nature at our own risk.
Christian conservatives aim for—and hit—the mainstream sweet spot.
The Drive-By Truckers capture "the cruel radiance of what is."
In the coming technological revolution, will there be space for the common good?
The Carolina Chocolate Drops keep an America tradition alive.
When Michael Moore’s documentary about the U.S. health care system, Sicko, opened in theaters last June, I wasn’t feeling too well myself.
It's time to bring fairness back to the nation's airwaves.
Everday low prices are part of our American birthright. Right?
The poet, musician, author (and senior citizen) keeps it real- and keeps it coming.
Appalachian-influenced music with a modern twist: Zoe Speaks.
Who will control the stories we tell-and who gets to see them?