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Today's Opinions

  • Home school mom eager to hear why kids can’t play public school sports

    To the editor:
    Thank you so much for writing your opinion [in last week’s paper] on why home-schooled children shouldn’t be allowed to play sports.
    As a mother of three athletic boys that I school at home, I can tell you that this issue is discussed often at my house.
    I too have very often wondered who is being hurt by allowing my children, who live in the district, to continue with home schooling and still be able to participate in public school sports.

  • Coaches missing out on home-schooled talent

    To the editor:
    It was with much delight that I read your column last week concerning home-schooled children and public school sports.
    I was a four-year resident of Anderson County and my three oldest children were in the public school system during these years.
    Let me go on and state from the beginning that each of my children had a positive experience within Anderson County schools.
    Recently, my family went through several big changes, including a move to Mercer County (in July) and the big one — my children are now schooled at home.

  • Home-schoolers hit government schools where it hurts most: the wallet

    To the editor:
    I would like to thank Editor Ben Carlson for his latest column in The Anderson News and for giving a platform to address his question, “What will it hurt to have home-schooled students play sports in public schools.”
    Truly, what will it hurt?
    I could sit here and argue each point that Mr. Carlson outlined in his column, however, I truly believe the bottom line is what this hurts is the pocketbook and ego of our lawmakers.

  • Carlson’s take on home-schoolers playing public sports just wrong

    Ben Carlson is my boss, but when it comes to whether home-schooled children should be allowed to play sports on school teams, he’s just wrong.
    A week ago, Carlson penned a column asking what would it hurt if children whose parents have opted to educate their children at home instead of in a public or private school were allowed to play interscholastic sports.

  • Growing up with 9/11

    At 12, I preferred to color between the lines.
    I was probably darkening my doodled, misshapen stars in my notebook when my seventh grade teacher received the call.
    He rushed out of the room, and rushed back in to turn on the loop of a plane, a tower and a TV screen full of smoke.
    As a 12-year-old, my post-9/11 world still rotated around the typical routine: after school snacks, play rehearsal, church on Sundays.
    I couldn’t predict that my world, by 2011, would be in danger of tilting off its axis.

  • Lack of 9/11 event here a real shame

    Column as I see ’em …
    The 10th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks weren’t atop my mind Sunday morning as I cruised down North Main while trying to finish my weekend honey-do list.
    Why would it be? Not one public agency in Anderson County had planned a memorial service or otherwise — at least that they bothered to tell the newspaper about.

  • Lay that donkey down and rest in God’s love

    A young boy and an old man were walking with a donkey when a group of people passed by.
    “Isn’t that ridiculous that no one’s riding that donkey,” one person said.
    So, the old man told the boy to ride the donkey.
    Another group of people passed by and someone said, “That’s terrible! Look at that young boy riding that donkey while the old man walks.”

  • Small life changes can add up to big bucks

    I always get up with the birds. Thankfully, they’ve been sleeping in lately.
    As summer comes to an end, our daylight wanes and plants and animals adapt. It’s the cycle of life and adapting is the key to survival. If I didn’t get to hibernate a little in the winter, I’d never survive. I’d be too pooped.
    Sadly, hibernation is months away and we still have lots to do before then. Motivation is still the ticket to get us through. All I have to do to get my motor running is remember my relatives.