Premiere Networks announced that Clay Travis and Buck Sexton would take over his time slot.
The duo will host a weekday program from noon to 3 p.m. Eastern time that will be syndicated by Premiere Networks, a division of iHeartMedia, to hundreds of radio stations across the United
The broadcaster has been running old episodes of “The Rush Limbaugh Show” in the time slot since Mr. Limbaugh’s death in February. “The Clay Travis & Buck Sexton Show” will start on June 21. The hirings were reported earlier by
on Feb. 17 at age 70 from complications of lung cancer. He had dominated the conservative media landscape for more than three decades with his provocative commentary and propensity to push conspiracy theories. At the time of his death, he had a following of roughly 15 million listeners.
Premiere Networks is hoping to retain that audience with its new picks, but the pair face competition from Mr. Limbaugh’s
hosts a nationally syndicated show on Fox Sports Radio and co-hosts a daily sports betting TV show on Fox Sports 1. Mr. Sexton, 39, a former C.I.A. officer, has his own three-hour weekday talk radio program on Premiere Networks and is a frequent Fox News
on the study, says these "territorial calls" are used to warn other species that they are encroaching on their territory, or coming too close to a crucial survival resource.
"When this happens, [the two species] usually engage in vocal battles," she says, which sometimes prevent the violent physical battles between the two species.
Researchers likened the change in calls to speaking with an accent.
he past year has been heavy and affected us in both small and big ways.
Now, millions of Americans have been vaccinated, businesses are reopening and the
vaccinated people. As many begin to take steps to come out on the other side of the pandemic, Morning Edition asked NPR's audience to write a poem using Maya Angelou's poem "Still I Rise" as inspiration.
We received hundreds of responses, and NPR's resident poet Kwame Alexander took lines from submissions to create a community poem about the challenges of the past year and hope for times ahead.
I wake with wonder
and dive into the day
I grasp for my phone like a lifeline, a buoy,
I rise among the displaced dreams of yore
Supplanted plans, disrupted from the year
So distanced from all social life before
I set out on my way
To make snacks for three kids
because that's all I seem to do with them here all the damn day
And it's hard work.
'Cause it's heart work.
This is artwork.
Like the sap in the maple tree
knowing it's time to feed its budding branches.
Like seedlings struggling towards the light,
even though I need a baptism of magic waters to cure all that aches
I don my gowns and masks and gloves
Tend to the sick, the lost, the tired, the dead.
I say a prayer, talk to God
think of things I love:
Birds and flowers and books
dandelions, earthworms, mosses,
all those things I never thought
to love, or not enough.
even when the news of the day
makes me want to stay in bed
Even when the outlook is bleak:
I've not seen my eighth graders smile. Or smirk.
my neighbor cut down the massive oak
that shaded my yard,
My wife died alone In an skilled nursing facility bed.
Oh yes I mourn those we have lost
And the cost of human lives
But still I rise
Still ire eyes
Cry for those who are gone
Who have marched on
Still fire eyes
Burn for justice denied
Flame hot for truth
even when our spirits feel deflated
because this too shall be past
because we are made of stardust
I am A new breath in an older body
with A future to ponder.
I no longer take hugs for granted.
The music at church yesterday, with
full choir, was glorious.
I sing of loss and grief and hope,
Of joy and pain and memory,
Of yesterday and tomorrow.
I became best friends with my computer.
And learned something spectacular:
Disconnection has connected us more than ever.
The Zoom "LEAVE" button calls for me
So, I am easing out of this rabbit hole
I will find my equilibrium and my verve
Be who I am.
Lose 40 lbs and improve my mental health
meet every patient
as they are
and care for them
as best I can
Try to celebrate
The fact of my existence
Shy Maureen can’t understand why her twin sister Francine keeps pulling away from her. Hurt and betrayed, their split culminates with each girl running against the other for class president. Varian Johnson (a twin himself) presents a heartfelt tale of what it means when your twin wants to establish their own personality before you’re ready to do the same. And thanks to some nice twists in the plotting, you may find yourself switching your loyalties. May the best twin win! (For ages 8 to 12)
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