Dear Editor: This letter is in response to the op-ed column written by Jennifer Jeffers in the Saturday, Jan. 29, issue.
House Majority Whip Ed Lindsey, R-Atlanta, and I decided to quit lobbing mortars at each other and do what we should have done earlier – talk about his proposed legislation to evaluate teachers.
The 2011 legislative session of the Georgia General Assembly has officially begun. Although we were forced to take a couple of days off for the snow and ice storm that many across the state experienced, we began session Jan. 10.
Day 3 (Jan. 24): According to our state's constitution, we start our legislative session on the second Monday of every January. The governor gives his State of the State address during the first week and at that time presents his budget proposal to the full legislature.
Be careful what you ask for, because you may get it. That old saying has likely been on the minds, if not the lips, of many members of the Georgia General Assembly since the special tax reform council delivered its recommendations Jan. 7.
How many times have we sat down to watch old movies, and what does this do for us?
Hope for wiser heads and wiser policies springs eternal in Georgia, and one of the few recent encouraging signs has been hearing top state elected leaders sounding like adults when they speak.
Dear Editor: In regard to Roy Hubbard's letter published Jan. 26, I wish to thank the gentleman for his service to our country, and for taking the time and effort to engage in conversation about the bullying issue facing our kids.
By Jennifer Jeffers
I usually dance around the topic of children in this column, because I don't have any.
When Georgia's Special Council on Tax Reform and Fairness released its recommendations on Jan. 7, headline writers trumpeted the council's proposal to eliminate the sales tax exemption for groceries. That proposal is but one part of a far-reaching reform that would enhance the state's economic competitiveness and streamline Georgians' taxes.
Judging by the past three decades, there's no worse fate than getting touted as the next global superpower.
I wonder if our intrepid public servants at the Gold Dome understand how arrogant and out of touch they look to We the Unwashed – or if they even care.
April can't get here soon enough. By then, birds will have long since begun chirping as flowers bloom in bright colors. If you think about it hard enough, you can almost smell that clean, sweet air and feel the sun on your face.
Dear Editor: There is a lot of concern about the problem of bullying in our schools, and I read with interest the letter from Carey Daughtry, chief instructor/owner of ATA Martial in Richmond Hill, in which Daughtry made some thoughtful suggestions as to how to curtail the problem in our community.
I happen to love the song "Happy" from the movie soundtrack, "Despicable Me 2."
Most mornings, I spend about five minutes pulling my freshly washed hair into a ponytail. It's easy, it's efficient, and, I like to tell myself, it's even chic. When I know I'll be meeting important people or attending special events, however (like, say, the United Way annual campaign kick-off party or a chamber of commerce breakfast), I break out the products and utensils and spend an extra 20 minutes or so coaxing my locks into what I hope is a more professional-looking style.
I've always been one of those persons who won't hire someone to do something for me if I can do it myself, such as painting my house, building a deck, building a utility barn, caring for my own lawn, installing new flooring, etc. It was just the way I was raised. And it stuck.
Editor, This is an open letter to Attorney General Eric Holder.
Editor, It seems like we just cut the ribbon to our new location at 154 Thunderbird Drive. Our brand new 10,000 square foot facility seemed so BIG next to our little white building on 10055 Ford Ave. Site 3B, where the YMCA had resided in for the previous 10 years. We moved with excitement, added more equipment, larger classes, and exciting new family programs.
I'm not sure how many wilderness survival shows there are on television right now, but it appears there is some kind of obsession going on with this type of programming. And they are running the gamut from being naked in the wild to being fat in the wild. That's right, there's a show now titled "Fat Guys in The Woods." Fortunately, they keep their britches on.
• President Ronald Reagan, Jan. 30, 1984: "Exports create and sustain jobs for millions of American workers and contribute to the growth and strength of the United States economy. The Export-Import Bank contributes in a significant way to our nation's export sales."
Win at life! Isn't that what we all want to do? That is the headline gracing one of the magazines sitting on our coffee table. I guess the real question is, "what defines winning at life?" After all, life has a pretty broad playing field. Maybe what best defines winning in life is society's dire need to be in control. Everyone values their independence and sense of control, right?
Editor, Recently, I've spotted some news headlines - around the region, state and country - that I never thought I'd see. It really makes me wonder, "Whatever were they thinking?"
Editor, The following is an open letter on sequestration to Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid, D-Nevada, from retired U.S. Army Gen. Gordon R. Sullivan, head of the Association of the United States Army:
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.