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Chris’s collected works are a kind of patchwork quilt, stitched together from the fabric of his opinions, be they political or practical, his historical ponderings, personal anecdotes, genealogical forays, and vivid travelogues.
Each piece, no matter how small or seemingly incidental, contributes to the broader narrative of a man who has roamed far and wide, both across the world and the uncharted terrain of his own restless mind. Together, they form a portrait of a life spent in pursuit, of understanding, of connection, and, perhaps most of all, of a good story well told.
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In September 2024, the author’s mother passed away at 82 after a battle with dementia, which gradually stole her memory and independence. The author reflects on the profound pain of witnessing her mother’s decline and the complexities of grief, finding solace in the unconditional love shared during her final days.
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byChrisWhite – 2024 Life, love, marriage, and parenting; why it’s nothing less than the literary equivalent of War and Peace, except with more plot twists, fewer battlefields, and considerably more laundry. It demands virtues you didn’t even know were on the menu, and just when you think you’ve got the recipe figured out, you realize…
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byChrisWhite – 2024 Shirley Lucille Ragland – ShannonSeptember 11, 1942 – September 13, 2024 Shirley Lucille Ragland Shannon of Springfield, Tennessee, slipped peacefully from this life in her sleep on Friday, September 13th, 2024, at the age of 82. Born in the small town of Springfield, Tennessee, to James Henry Bond Ragland, a son of Kentucky…
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byChrisWhite – 2021 PART ONE: The Eye’s Have It In every profession, there is a moment, often quiet and unceremonious, when a person shifts from participant to practitioner. For me, it happened in a backyard, in Tennessee, with a pistol in my hand and an idea in my head that would not leave me alone.…
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The 23rd Judicial District covered five counties: Dickson, Cheatham, Houston, Humphreys, and Stewart. If you look at a map of Tennessee and find that odd little notch along the northern border—the one that juts into Kentucky between the Tennessee and Cumberland Rivers—that’s what we locals call “The Land Between the Lakes,” and it’s part of…








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