Columns & Essays

If black lives truly do matter, why is it bad to say so?

Another shooting left 5 dead in The Capital Gazette newsroom. For Jake Cantrell, this isn't just a wake up call, but a call to action.

The vandalism and crime started early on Saturday. It was 11:43 a.m. when it started. I know because I was already in reporter mode, taking note of any detail that could possibly be used to tell the story.

Jake Cantrell knows who is and isn't a mom.

Stop me if you’ve heard this one before, but wouldn’t it be awesome to watch a college football game right here in Dahlonega?

She said yes. He was pumped. But to be honest, she was really not feeling it, was she? When keeping it promposal goes wrong.

As I rushed through the doors of the LCMS gym, mere minutes before the start of the middle school boys' basketball doubleheader, I didn't have much time for reflection.

But once I was inside, the thought hit me: “I’m pretty old.”

It was a Friday night in August, and I had the same Friday night feeling I’d had many times before.

Forty times, to be exact.

No list of things to do is complete without a list of things not to do, because there are some things best left undone. You know, bad things.

As I wandered lost in a maze of mile-long corridors, I was afraid and unsure I’d ever escape to the semi-familiar place I was hoping would feel like home. Or maybe I could just go to my actual home. Anywhere else would be fine. Anywhere with a familiar face.

"This is my most special place in all the world. Once a place touches you like this, the wind never blows so cold again. You feel for it, like it was your child."

How to make your small corner of the world less like a deserted island and more civilized and capable of sustaining life