When I heard Newt Gingrich's campaign staff had resigned, I called the premier political analyst in the country to get the low-down on what really happened. That would be Junior E. Lee, general manager of the Yarbrough Worldwide Media and Pest Control Co., located in Greater Garfield, Ga.
Every year after the legislative session ends, I send out a newsletter to constituents reporting on the activities of our session and asking for feedback on issues important to them.
If the issue of major tax reform, which stalled in the recent session of the Georgia General Assembly, isn't taken up in a special session, it will almost certainly resurface in 2012. Before lawmakers go back to spectacularly bad ideas like reimposing the state sales tax on food, they might want to make major adjustments to a loophole through which tens of millions are pouring out of Georgia's coffers, and for the benefit of a select few.
Yep, this is about Bigfoot again. Please bear with me.
Like most people in their 20s, I often forget how much I have to learn. Self-absorption and arrogance pollute my generation and prevent many of us from seeing anything beyond ourselves.
Summertime and the livin' is easy. That is until a tropical storm or hurricane starts bearing down on the East Coast. And if an evacuation is called, the living can get panicky and chaotic.
There are several things standing in the way of Georgia's development of high-speed rail service and other transportation alternatives, but two are perhaps the most obvious.
Oversight is one of Congress' most important functions. When there is a major blunder - the federal regulatory lapses that led to the BP oil spell being a good example - it can often be traced to a lack of congressional oversight. At its most basic level, oversight insures that federal agencies are doing their jobs efficiently and well.
Study up, Mr. Cain
We are being invaded. Not by a foreign country or aliens from another world, but by people who want free education, free health care and jobs - with a few potential terrorists and drug smugglers thrown in.
Well, it looks like I am another theological pickle.
Dear editor: Complex issues are just that: complex and not usually resolved by simple solutions.
When somebody tells you things could always be worse, take heed.
The here-again, gone-again nature of a military marriage is tough on all couples. Between the initial separation of basic training and advanced individual training, schools and the national training center, and deployments, it's almost surprising when a spouse finds themselves living with their soldier for a year straight.
It's hard to say when Michael's Ultimate Mission started.
Remember the story of "The Little Engine That Could"? That could well describe the city of Dalton, a town of some 34,000 nestled in the corner of northwest Georgia, not far from the Tennessee line.
Lately, I've been thinking about the treasure trove that can be found in life's challenging times - the wisdom, the victories, the emotional muscle built and, of course, the stories. As those who know me well often say with a smile, "It's always about the story with her."
I realize, perhaps better than anyone, that it's not polite to ask others about their reproductive plans. I've long ranted about how much it annoyed me when friends, family members and even perfect strangers would inquire about a possible plunge into parenthood. Even now, as most of my readers know, I get aggravated when people ask whether my 2-year-old daughter, Reese, will ever be a sister.