Author: Ashley Trice

Another day, another sexual assault allegation. It seems we can’t go a single day without hearing another account of some man in a position of power doing something ranging from crude or creepy to downright criminal. The dam broke with Harvey Weinstein and there has been a steady flow of names ever since. This is not surprising as there is no expiration date on these allegations, with many of them going back decades. And no industry seems to be immune from this behavior. From restaurants to entertainment to media to politics, from Silicon Valley to Wall Street and Washington,...

This week, Alabama families will gather around tables throughout the state to give thanks and enjoy time with each other. Dry turkey will be gobbled up and Wild Turkey will be nipped upon. Bellies will be full and football will be watched. At least that is how it is supposed to go down. But considering all of the events that have happened over the last couple of weeks, the conditions are favorable for a family feud of epic proportions. With your great Aunt Edna getting on up there, you don’t want her to experience such ugliness. This may be...

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, this is where we are in Alabama politics. And sadly, they’re even bringing the three of you into this. Not to pray to you about this sad state of affairs, but to use you in some twisted way to excuse a 30-something-year-old man of undressing a 14-year-old girl down to her bra and panties, undressing himself to his “tight whites” and taking her hand and placing it on his erect penis. You know, just the kind of things you want to hear about one of your state’s candidates for the United States Senate. “Take Joseph...

It’s been another heartbreaking month in America with the terrorist attack in New York and two of the deadliest mass shootings in American history. It just seems like the blood spilled on our soil for so many different reasons is never going to end. I think our flags have spent more time at half-staff than not. When will this end? But even as we grieve together as a nation, we are still more politically divided than ever. From national to state and local politics, the new norm is just spewing a fountain of hateful rhetoric. I’m so tired of...

My grandmother had a strange obsession with car wrecks. It wasn’t that she worried so much about dying in them or totaling her precious Buick. Nope, she was more concerned with what the paramedics and/or ER personnel would think of your undergarments should you be so severely wounded you would need transport and disrobing for treatment purposes. She not only worried about her own undies in this highly unlikely scenario, but also the underwear of her entire family. “Ashley, go change those panties right now. They have holes in them,” she would tell my 7-year-old self as we were...

This world has gotten so nasty. And I am so tired of it. In a time where a beautiful “snowflake” has become a derogatory term, I guess I long for a world full of those snowflakes. People I define not as whiny doormats who are offended by everything, but nice, genuine, good human beings who are considerate of other people’s feelings and who speak respectfully to their fellow human beings whether they encounter them in grocery stores or on Facebook or Twitter. I feel like we are just surrounded by ring upon ring upon ring of this nastiness. This...

It looks like there is a very good chance we may be losing the Mobile BayBears to Madison County, Alabama. Damn space-rocket-loving Yankees! Though I can’t say I am all that surprised. Every time I have attended a game recently, the crowds were pretty light. I would venture to guess there are probably more people in the stands at local Little League games than watching our professional minor league baseball team. Support dwindled over the years. The reasons for that varied. Some of those reasons had nothing to do with the BayBears. I would hear things from other parents...

When you’ve been with someone for nearly a decade, it’s rare to find out something new about that person. You’ve heard most of each other’s stories. You can finish each other’s sentences. You can communicate by just looking at each other in some cases. But every now and again, something you’ve never seen before emerges from that person. And that something emerged from my husband as Hurricane Nate came “barreling” toward our neck of the Gulf Coast last weekend. My sweet, amazing husband is a hurricane junkie. A total weather nerd. I did not realize this because the last...

Columbine. Aurora. Virginia Tech. Newtown. Orlando. And now Las Vegas. And this is just a partial list. Here we are again. Heartbroken, as we mourn together as a nation, hearing about a 20-year-old victim whose life was taken far too soon and a husband who lost his life shielding his wife. And on and on and on. … Thoughts and prayers will be tweeted. Calls for gun control will be made by the Left. The Right will say it’s not the gun’s fault, it’s the crazy person’s fault or societal decay. Moderate, reasonable human beings will say fine, keep...