Margaret Renkl

2 weeks ago | sltrib.com | Margaret Renkl

Tim Henderson was up late last Wednesday night, keeping an eye on the weather as catastrophic storms barreled across Tennessee toward Nashville. Around midnight, his email pinged. Amid overlapping National Weather Service alerts of damaging hail, tornadoes and flash floods, he read the message: Humanities Tennessee, where Mr. Henderson is the chief executive, had just lost all its federal funding. It's not as if Mr. Henderson didn't see this news coming.

2 weeks ago | nytimes.com | Margaret Renkl

I am not, I admit, a disinterested party here. As editor of Chapter 16, I was an independent contractor, not involved in Humanities Tennessee's other operations. But I had a front-row seat to the crucial work a state humanities council does - work that most Americans never recognize. I can't even count the times that people arriving at the Southern Festival of Books, a Humanities Tennessee initiative, have asked me where the ticket booth is.

3 weeks ago | nytimes.com | Margaret Renkl

I think this is why social media has made young girls so deeply vulnerable. They are insisting on the right to explore their contradictions: a girl and a woman occupying the same rapidly changing body. How many strangers online see both their innocence and their emerging power? How many honor both? Very few, I think. Social media exposes these girls to the purposes of people who are in no way interested in their complexity.

4 weeks ago | es-us.noticias.yahoo.com | Margaret Renkl

YA SURGIERON CASOS EN AL MENOS 19 ESTADOS, INCLUIDOS KENTUCKY Y GEORGIA. ESO ESTÁ LO SUFICIENTEMENTE CERCA DE MI CASA COMO PARA QUE EMPIECE A PREOCUPARME. Estamos en plena primavera aquí, en la región conocida como Tennessee Medio, y de pronto hay muchos bebés en el mundo. Hay un nuevo bebé en mi familia y tres más tan solo en mi pequeño vecindario.

1 month ago | nytimes.com | Margaret Renkl

It's full-on spring here in Middle Tennessee, and the world is suddenly blooming with infants. There's a new baby in my family and three more in my small neighborhood alone. All winter, the babies were tucked safely away at home, but now the sidewalks and the parks and the malls have filled up with strollers. My first child was born during flu season, too, and I well remember the stern admonitions to keep him home till infections waned. But that was 1992.