Last weekend was anything but ordinary at the Tyson household — even if my husband insisted it should be. It was his birthday, a day he always shrugs off with a casual “just another day.” No celebrations, no fuss and no cake — if he had his way.
As we approach the final days of the 2025 Regular Session, the Arkansas House of Representatives remains focused on passing legislation that will have a lasting impact on the lives of Arkansans. We anticipate adjourning on April 16, and several key bills have advanced as we wrap up our work.
Spring weather, whoa! If you’ve been anywhere in NE Arkansas lately, you know exactly what I mean. Tornadoes, hail and flooding— oh my. It’s felt like Mother Nature has been in full tantrum mode, and frankly, I’m over it.
Mike has been getting up every morning at 5am to go outside and “listen”. He hasn’t said but I’m assuming it’s to listen for turkey, because if it was to listen to someone gripe about being woke up at 5 a.m., he could hear me much better if he stayed inside...
by John Allen French Arkansas Regional Account Executive
By Sen. Blake Johnson Beginning on May 7, Arkansas residents will need to produce a “Real ID” in order to board a domestic flight, enter a federal building or visit a military base.
By Rep. Trey Steimel Several bills focused on workforce development , e c o n omi c growth, and improving access to services, have passed in the House in recent weeks. These pieces of legislation reflect a concerted effort to enhance Arkansas’ business climate, support workers and attract talent.
Change is never easy, but when it makes something better, it’s worth it. Over the past few weeks, we’ve rolled out a new format for our newspaper, and the response has been overwhelmingly positive. Many of you have reached out to say how much you appreciate the improved design, the easier-to-read layout, and most importantly, our ability to bring you the news faster and more effectively. We believe this change allows us to better serve our readers, and we’re excited about what’s ahead.
In June 2000, my sisters and I took part in a “Sibling Study” in Houston. My dad had Alpha 1 Antitrypsin Deficiency and we were all being tested to see if we did. My niece, Sydney, was just a baby and we were taking turns holding her in the waiting room while the other two sisters were getting their blood drawn. Jeania was back getting probed and prodded and I was walking around with the baby, waiting. When she finished, she walked back in and I looked at her, still holding Syd and said, “So, now what?” Without missing a beat, she said, “Well, now we wait for the results of who your baby daddy is”, and walked off. This caught the attention of the entire room that up until now had been dormant. As I scanned the room with that “deer in the headlight” look, I realized I didn’t stand a chance of explaining myself, so I picked up the diaper bag, kissed the baby on the forehead, said “Alrighty then” and walked out of there like I owned the place. Fast forward to 2005 and Jeania’s 40th birthday… A 400 pound female impersonator in a hula skirt and a coconut bra sent to her office… All for her dancing pleasure. I’d say we’re even now… Driving through Dalton always reminds me of my dad. That was his country. The other day we stopped at the creek on the cut through to Crumpies. I couldn’t tell you how many times I played in that creek on our way back from Mrytle Bar after an afternoon of daddy day-drinking. I might not have had the most “normal” childhood but I’m pretty sure it was one of the most colorful.