Hard Candy

If it is accepted that absent fathers are at the root of poverty, crime and incarceration, this is more than just a minority problem.

We are not a Rolls Royce, and I’m not suggesting we spend like we are. But we are not a 1983 Plymouth Reliant with one donut tire keeping us chugging down the road, either.

More and more I feel as though it would be totally appropriate to put election hopefuls through a fun little test, and anyone else who wants to play.

Since Thursday’s workshop where Gulfport Council entertained a request that Gulfport partner with the Gulfport Area Chamber of Commerce and the Gulfport Merchants Association to bring low-speed electric taxis (the GetGo system) to Gulfport, I’ve heard so many inaccurate statements ...

Gulfport Councilmember Michael Fridovich is doing his best to convince us that although he basically walked onto the job, he deserves the seat.

I sense you may not realize how disheartening life in the south side can be, so I extend a very public invitation: let’s go for a bike ride.

I don’t make resolutions. Mostly, I don’t make them because I don’t believe there’s one day where you can make sweeping changes to your life – at least, not successfully.

After a month of not thinking about city council and elections and all the things that go with the title "weekly small town reporter," I finally changed out of my sweatpants.

"You're going to lose your anonymity," he said, and I nodded my head, although inside I was chortling. "Whatever," I thought to myself, "a weekly probably no one reads. Man, this guy thinks highly of this little paper."

Nature's storm sewer. Doesn't that have a nice ring to it? No? Well, welcome to Clam Bayou, the second of what I call Gulfport's Big Three of problems.