I took Mom out the other day for some fine dining at our local McDonald's. Truthfully, the McDonald's in the Publix Shopping Plaza is very nice. I'm pretty sure we have been there a few other times, but Mom always marvels at how nice and contemporary-looking this eatery is. She's right; the place has various styles of booths and tables, flat-screen TVs on the wall, free Wi-Fi, a place for kids to play and ...
Boy, people can be mean. I'm thinking particularly of a reader named Samantha, whose scolding of me turned into a scalding.
Any doubts that the nation is losing its heart and fiber were shooed away recently when the Pentagon disclosed that it was actually pondering the elimination of what is commonly known as "danger pay" for the men and women in the military. Danger pay, as the Department of Defense refers to it, is little compensation for risking life and limb in defense of this country and its citizens.
March 23, 2010 - President Barack Obama signs into law the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act, referred to by many as Obamacare.
The Obama administration last week announced it would postpone a controversial mandate within Obamacare for one year. Without the delay, businesses with at least 50 employees would be subject to fines beginning next year if they failed to provide their employees with health insurance.
Editor, I don't know what I would do on Sunday mornings without my morning ritual of walking to the end of my driveway, picking up my copy of the Marietta Daily Journal and taking it inside to my favorite chair to read it, front to back, with my cup of coffee.
There is no way I could produce such pithy, thought-provoking essays each week without the help of my columnist commandos.
Occasionally, someone truly interested in the art of writing will ask me, "What does it take to be a writer?"
My heart is amazingly tender now that I am a mother. Before little Reese Melanie entered my life - making me happier than I ever thought possible - incidents concerning children bothered me, but sorrowful thoughts didn't linger. Now, all it takes is one AMBER Alert to get - and keep - the tears flowing. It's impossible to hear about kidnappings, accidents and cases of abused and neglected children without imagining my own little one ...
In one week, Kim Kardashian named her kid North West and Nik Wallenda walked across the Grand Canyon on a 2-inch cable. Oh yes, and there was other stuff happening, like dozens more people being killed by suicide bombers in the Mideast, the Dow dropping a few hundred points, the Voting Rights Act hammered and more shenanigans uncovered about the IRS. But hey, that stuff happens every day, right?
Nearly two weeks ago, Edward Snowden, who leaked massive quantities of classified information about top-secret U.S. government surveillance programs before fleeing the country, was being denounced by the Obama administration as a traitor whose acts are "despicable and beyond description."
My country, sweet land of liberty, it is about you that I sing. This could be considered a fairly accurate translation of the beginning of this popular and patriotic song that I sang every morning while attending elementary school. As we celebrate our claim to independence from British rule, this song, "America," as it is also known, is a fitting tribute to our beautiful country and the freedom we not only enjoy, but cherish.
For those of us who think and write about democracy, few things are more appealing than a book about how to make it work better. My shelves are groaning with them.
Thursday is July 4 - a day when many American flags will be flown. As a person who loves his country and that flag, my heart swells with pride when I see it fluttering in the breeze. I think most citizens do show respect for Old Glory on holidays such as Independence Day and Flag Day, but they occasionally forget about the rest of the year.
I try to make it a habit to hang around with smart people. Given that my IQ is not much larger than my waist line, this isn't difficult to do.
Undersecretary of the Army Dr. Joseph Westphal stated that small businesses are critical to Army readiness.
It was as ugly as a warthog, but for the 11th time in the past 12 years, 38 of the past 50, and 65 out of 108, the University of Georgia -the oldest state-chartered university in the nation, located in Athens, the Classic City of the South -bested You-Know-Where Institute of Technology for the state football championship, 41-34.
Every year around this time, kids in neighborhoods all across South Bryan await the sound of Santa's "ho, ho, ho" to beckon through the streets - much the way they might hope to hear the footfalls of reindeer on the rooftop on Christmas Eve.
Over lunch the other day with friends - all in the newspaper business - I mentioned that I occasionally speak at writers' conferences.
Let's start with the obvious: A democracy needs intelligence agencies. It needs to know what's happening in the world - and understand the plans of allies and enemies - to keep the nation prepared and secure.
My attempts at making more mom friends still are failing miserably. At this point, I'd probably try an online "matchmaking" site for women with children who are looking to befriend other women with children. Sort of like eHarmony, but with sippy cups and strollers. Actually, that sounds like a great idea because then I'd get to be very picky with my criteria, thus reducing the chances I'd get "matched up" with another mom I have ...
I love football. When I was growing up, our neighborhood kids would organize games every day. Good weather, bad weather, even snow and ice would not keep us from playing.
Editor, Mark your calendars, dress the young'uns, pack up the car and head east because Liberty County's east end is coming alive Saturday, Dec. 7.
The holiday season is suddenly upon us. Tree lots are full, Christmas candies are out in full force and the Black Friday sales are taunting us at every turn.
Editor, While visiting my sister who lives in Richmond Hill Village, she pointed out to me the historical marker placed in her neighborhood state it to be "the 'Bottom' Village," which, she says, is just a decades-old nickname for the area.
No one likes to hear "I told you so…"
If New Year's is a time to regroup and look toward the upcoming year, then Thanksgiving is a time to gather and reflect on the year that has passed. In our family, it is a time when we thank the good Lord for both the heartaches and the blessings.
We did it for four years while I was a member of the planning and zoning board of the city of Pooler. We did it for 11 years while I was serving as either Pooler mayor pro tem or mayor. And we've done it for the past nine years while I've served in the state Legislature.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Somehow I ran across an out-of-print book called "The Last Lap." Now 15 years old, it tells an intriguing, timeless tale of the early days of America's first stock-car racers.