When it comes to social media, we all like to put our best face forward. Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat are showcases for the best moments of our lives — vacations, children’s birthday parties, dinners with friends. Read full post
When she was a preacher’s daughter growing up in Oxford, Emiley Cox could never have imagined her life as it played out last Sunday night on live national television.
I owe my greatest passion to a woman I didn’t like very much and who, I’m pretty sure, didn’t really like me either. Not that I can blame her. I was kind of awful.
There have been "The Gospel According to …" books published on everything from "Star Wars" to Starbucks, from The Beatles to Harry Potter. There are books on the gospel according to superheroes, Disney, even the alternative rock band Radiohead.
As summer turns to fall, Brett Buckner's attention turns to the Star’s third annual HorrorFest, a buckets-of-blood marathon during which he will watch 31 horror movies in 31 days.
The blood was still churning in the water and the bikini-clad, blonde damsel had just barely escaped the jaws of the man-eating (or, in this case, woman-eating) great white shark when my 8-year-old daughter used a handful of buttered popcorn to steal my attention away from the movie screen.