When Jeannie walked down the street, no one knew she was addicted to painkillers.

No matter what the kids may tell you, they don’t know it all.

A big, white ball of fur named Gilly barks in menacing bursts, putting visiting strangers on notice that he’s protecting Marsha Stratton from danger.

Are you lost in the ozone?

Albemarle High School senior Joyce Zhang didn’t get her first or second choices when applying for college admission, but she nailed No. 3: Yale.

When you look at the evidence, especially with single-vehicle crashes, speed often plays a factor.

Musicians are not known for normalcy, and normality is not something of which musician Greg Allen is often accused.

Dear Gov. Timothy M. Kaine: Howdy, guv, what’s up? How’s the wife? Still raising the little Kaines?

Fords to the left of you and potholes to the right; it’s not the time to wonder what it is you should do.

Sometimes you’ve got to stand up and shout, even if everyone else thinks you’re wrong or crazy.

The United Way-Thomas Jefferson Area is tossing a marathon blog event — a blog-a-thon — on its Web site, inviting nonprofit agencies, givers and receivers to blog a little byte on behalf of those who tutor and mentor.

For a man nicknamed “The Joker,” Shawn Hawkins seems so serious.

Members of an Albemarle High School leadership class are learning a lot as they organize, arrange, promote and, finally, present the 5K for MACAA fundraising footrace on March 7.

The Blue Ridge Area Food Bank Network is throwing away food.

Colorful quilted fabrics — some made of material with tiny line drawings of male genitalia — are patchwork-cut and carefully stitched to depict a three-dimensional hand surrounded by little blue Viagra-shaped rectangles that spiral out from center to edge.

A foreign force occupies their homeland, thousands of their countrymen are jailed or missing and relatives are afraid to talk in coffee shops lest undercover agents overhear them and arrest them for wrong thoughts.

If you recently wandered by The Nook and thought the help seemed to be getting younger and younger, you’d be correct.

Political parties are forever nattering and chattering amorphous, feel-good platitudes like “supporting education” and “making a difference in the lives of youth,” but tonight the Charlottesville Democratic Party is going to put a little action behind the rhetoric.

Mr. Powell goes out of his way to say thanks to soldiers, sailors, airmen and Marines where he finds them.

Apparently they weren’t expecting a black man in a Confederate uniform to carry the Confederate battle flag into the Union’s capital.

Stop right there! Drop that commercially produced peanut butter cookie and back slowly away from that package of Nabs, or salmonella just might get you.

Today could have been a day of mourning, but one of Central Virginia’s foremost musical families wants it to be a celebration.

I don’t know what I did wrong, but it must have been bad.

The quick, red fox jumped off the neighbor’s porch and stood stock still, staring at the howling beagle straining at the leash.

Bridge: You can design it, build it, cross it, burn it and this week you can even play it.

Good morning and welcome to the fifth day of the New Year, as good a day as any to look at where we’ve been, where we are, where we’re going and why we’re in this hand basket.

For 37 years, Dr. Vito Perriello spent his days working with kids and his spare time playing with kids.

Holidays, birthdays, frats, formals and Fridays — there are many reasons for drinking too much, but the Yellow Cab Co. is making sure that there are no excuses for driving drunk.

In my chair, sipping eggnog with a splash of spike and surrounded by the remnants of a merry Christmas, I watch the Christmas Ghost parade pass by.

It isn’t his fault.