Articles

  • 1 week ago | bloomberg.com | Mark Byrnes

    With General Motors leaving its longtime headquarters at the Renaissance Center, the fate of Detroit’s largest structure is not yet set. (Bloomberg) -- When General Motors Co. announced last April that it would be vacating the Renaissance Center, concern over the fate of downtown Detroit’s most recognizable structure turned into speculation that the distinctive skyscraper complex would be demolished.

  • 2 weeks ago | mtsunews.com | Mark Byrnes |Nancy DeGennaro

    MURFREESBORO, Tenn. — Four Middle Tennessee State University non-faculty employees — all from Rutherford County — were recognized for their top-tier job performance at the 2025 Employee Recognition Awards. Emceed by employee awards committee representative Chelsea Floyd, the annual ceremony was held Thursday, April 24, in the James Union Building on campus followed by a reception that welcomed their families along with fellow staff members, faculty and students.

  • 2 weeks ago | untappedjournal.com | Mark Byrnes |Diana Budds |Anjulie Rao |Peter Shire

    When Susan Magsamen’s two-year-old granddaughter needs a nap, she brings her to a quiet room, pulls down the blackout curtains, and turns on a white-noise machine, creating the just-right setting to comfortably lull her to sleep. This type of ritual will sound familiar to caregivers of young children, but Magsamen wonders why, for the most part, we neglect how our environment makes us feel as we get older.

  • 2 weeks ago | mtsunews.com | Mark Byrnes |DeAnn Hays

    MURFREESBORO, Tenn. — College of Media and Entertainment associate professor and interim chair Bob Gordon recently received Middle Tennessee State University’s second Conference USA Faculty Achievement Award. Since 2014, MTSU has been a member of CUSA, one of the nation’s best athletic conferences for student-athlete academic performance.

  • 3 weeks ago | untappedjournal.com | Mark Byrnes |Anjulie Rao |LinYee Yuan |Peter Shire

    I’ve never had an “eye for design.” It wasn’t until my mid-twenties that I first truly noticed a piece of furniture: Walking into a friend’s apartment, I observed a skeleton of what might have been a love seat. There were no cushions; cross-hatched wood slats were laid bare, and the grain, illuminated by the sunlight, was dulled from use but still striking. It was not large, but simple, streamlined. I asked if it was meant to be a couch.