By WENDY HODGE 1985 was a good year. Nintendo released its home entertainment system; we all were singing along with Phil Collins because he was...

By WENDY HODGE 1985 was a good year. Nintendo released its home entertainment system; we all were singing along with Phil Collins because he was...
By WENDY HODGE Everybody loves Mr. Rogers. If I’m honest, I love him more now as an adult than I did as a child. I preferred the higher-volumed...
By WENDY HODGE My dad used a term as far back as I can remember ... "passive soldier.” The way he said it sounded like a curse word to my young...
By WENDY HODGE Author’s Note: I wrote the following article four years ago. My life has changed a lot since then – I’ve had more birthdays, I have a...
By WENDY HODGE There is a bend in the Tallapoosa River that leaves the image of a horseshoe on my map of east-central Alabama. In that river bend is...
By WENDY HODGE Have you ever noticed that, when a song or an idea or even a word catches your attention you begin to see it everywhere? There’s a...
By WENDY HODGE Sunday morning is one of my favorite times of the week. My best friend and I have a delicious routine — we are up before the sun, we...
By WENDY HODGE It is Tuesday night, and my mother and I are watching reruns of Law and Order. I say we’re watching, but I’m the one watching. My...
By WENDY HODGE Once upon a time, a young man from the Carolinas moved to Auburn and attended The Alabama Polytechnic Institute. He spotted a girl...