A time of need is a time of plenty when it allows a man to discover he has friends – and that the blessings of friendship are worth suffering any adversity and brotherhood worth braving any howling wind.
I miss the newspaper. Before the internet. I’m talking physical newspapers. The kind you unfold.
Cigar lounges aren’t about status. They’re about slowing down. They’re not about ego. They’re about empathy. They are places where a diverse Alabama comes together, not to argue, but to understand.

We soon forget natural disasters, but the community and camaraderie that they bring continues long after.
Will therapy endure? It may, but only if people continue to turn a blind eye to the problems that plague the industry.
There are many ways of dying, and one of them is feeling alone and alienated from others. The only cure for that condition is us.
These points of light are appearing everywhere. They’re real, they’re beautiful, and they may well be the salvation of our republic.
Our country would do well to recover communal singing. Folk songs tell us about our national history in simple words that are easy to memorize. Anthems and fight songs reinforce our shared identity.
If everything is supposedly so great, why are so many of us so miserable?
I like it when neighbors walk by your porch and wave at you. I like it when feral cats creep up the steps to say hello. I like how the windchimes ring.
I don’t think going to Haiti was ever anyone’s idea of a good time, but it certainly isn’t now. In just a week, reports of Haitian cannibalism went from rare to medium rare.

From the church service to the traditional Sunday dinner, there’s a sense of family, community, and tradition that permeates the day.