Some of my favorite memories involve time being quiet.
Editor, I saw small-town family values and teamwork by rec coach Tyler Gunderson and the Richmond Hill Wildcats basketball team that made them come to life in Richmond Hill. This team won the league for the season.
April is Child Abuse Prevention Month in Georgia, as proclaimed by Gov. Nathan Deal. Child abuse is a subject I don't like to think about, let alone write about, and you probably would just as soon not read about. But it is there, and we need to acknowledge it and demand some solutions.
In the Georgia Legislature, even a relatively simple bill can turn into one of the most important pieces of legislation that is considered.
The swarm of gnat nation has arrived
I have something I haven't had since I was in my early 20s. In fact, one of my favorite pictures taken in 1980 with my sister exposes it very well.
They all come with some kind of a price and all with a certain amount of disappointment, but still, Rodney keeps trying.
Call me an old-timer, but moms and dads just did things differently when I was a child. The overall approach to parenting seems to have changed so much. My parents fostered independence in my siblings and me. They wanted us to learn early on that we needed to be able to speak and do things for ourselves, and the sooner we understood that, the better off we'd be.
In 1965, Wilbur Mills, the chairman of the powerful Ways and Means Committee, brought legislation establishing Medicare and Medicaid to the floor of the U.S. House.
March was International Women's Month, and while we are moving into April, it is still worth mentioning that women have been trailblazers in their communities, right alongside their men.
Editor, I cannot be the only one who is tired of the status quo in Washington, D.C. Primary election time is coming up and we have a tough decision to make. We can either elect somebody who is a career politician like Buddy Carter, or vote for Dr. Bob Johnson, an Army veteran who has never run for public office.
Even by my impossibly high standards, this has been a good week. It began with a whack upside the head from a reader in South Georgia after I opined that those who want to change the way we teach our children in public schools ought to have their kids in public schools. I was referring to the efforts led by Sen. William Ligon, R-Brunswick, to overturn the Common Core curriculum in the recent legislative session.
Editor, April marks the nation's "Month of the Military Child" - a time to honor youth and their service to our country. On Tuesday, April 15, as a visible way to show support and thank military children for their strength and sacrifices, the public is invited to "Purple Up! For Military Kids." Everyone in the community is encouraged to wear purple shirts, scarves, shoes, buttons and pants. If it's purple, or can be turned purple, make it happen.
I was unable to attend the recent hearing on the Highway 144 widening project. I am pretty excited about the project and glad to see the investment in the infrastructure of Richmond Hill.
It happened recently - the 20th anniversary of stock-car racer Davey Allison's death. Maybe you remember him. Maybe you don't. But I shall never forget him.
One Sunday, while sitting around the dinner table, my sister Louise and I began to tell "Daddy stories" - the ones that stretched back to the early days of his preaching life. Since I was born 12 years after he was "made a preacher," as our folks said back then, I could only contribute what he had told to me about those days, not what I had seen.
Right after my daughter's birth, I thought I never had enough time to get things done. I had a new baby, I'd just returned to work and I was adjusting to a lot of "firsts." While I enjoyed my precious, new little one and devoted as much time as I possibly could to my career, laundry stacked up, dishes went unwashed, tumbleweeds of dog hair and dust rolled lazily across the kitchen floor and a thin layer of dust coated nearly every surface in my house.
True power, our power, is in our diversity and difference. It is not in the illusive power we chase in money and things. It is not in what we call unity. We are already unified through breath.
MOULTRIE - Having been in the news business for many years, I have occasionally been asked what was the funniest or strangest story I've ever covered. Well, there have been a number of instances along the way that brought some chuckles, otherwise making my day.
Raise your hand if you like moving.
It's no news that Congress is unpopular. In fact, at times it seems like the only real novelty on Capitol Hill would be a jump in its approval rating. In June, a Gallup poll found members' standing with the American people at a historic low for a midterm-election year. Which might have been notable except, as The Washington Post pointed out, that "Congress's approval rating has reached historic lows at least 12...times since 2010."
I suppose everyone has their take on the American Dream. For me, it's like standing outside and looking in. I don't know exactly how to frame my concept of the phrase. I would say that most of us natural born citizens would not know. Rightly so; we were born into it. The immigrant, of course, can compare. Further, I would wager, that most of us have never seen The Stature of Liberty standing out in New York Harbor, only once did I see it.
Some national business organizations have hammered the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) for proposing new rules on carbon pollution from existing power plants, cutting carbon emissions by 30 percent by 2030, using 2005 levels as a baseline. What planet are they on?
If Congress actually listened to small-business owners, the minimum wage would be going up.
In 1997, then-Gov. Zell Miller appointed me to fill a vacant seat on the five-member State Ethics Commission and then reappointed me to a full term, in which I served until 2002.
As far back as 2010, the Ogeechee River has been called one of the most threatened rivers in the country by environmental groups such as the Southeast Environmental Law Center.
To this conclusion I have come: the most deadly years of our lives are the ages of 16 to 21. Those years give us a headiness that comes from new freedom - a driver's license - and the passing of the torch from strict childhood rules to more trust, different restraints and relaxed curfews.
My 2-year-old is a chatterbox. I have no idea where she gets it from. (I'm being sarcastic, of course; it's obviously a trait passed down directly from me.)
Not a single person in my breakfast club has mentioned the "blood moon." And that includes me, until now. I wasn't really sure what it was even though my emails from some preacher have hammered me recently with a "better beware" kind of verbiage.
What are the three scariest words of the English language? On a serious note, it could be, "You have…(fill in the blank)." The "blank" could most likely be the scariest word of all. For my sister it was "cancer." I was in her doctor's office on the day we were told that she had a very slim chance of survival. She died a couple months later on my father's birthday.