Little Danny McGuire was the scrawniest kid in class. He was so frail, so downright skinny that his dungarees clung to his bony hips only thanks to a well-worn brown belt that was pulled tight to the last notch, causing the fabric to gather in folds. What a sight he made, with blue jeans cinched at the waist and little ol' legs hidden somewhere in the yards of material.
Watch out, fellow Georgians, another state official is talking about yet another prison reform push. Everyone knows what that means. It means more criminals will remain on the streets or be back on the streets doing what they do best - hurting or stealing from us, our loved ones, our friends and our neighbors.
America's education system is failing our children. Over 20 percent of America's public high school students do not graduate in four years. Students' test scores in math and science have declined to 25th worldwide.
In less than 70 days, one of the fundamental components of the Affordable Care Act (ACA), or Obamacare as it is often referred to as, is set to begin.
This month, I begin my 16th year as a syndicated newspaper columnist in Georgia. Time flies when you are having fun, and I am having a ball. I hope you are, too.
If you want to give yourself a headache, try reading through Richmond Hill's new sign ordinance.
Mama's favorite phrase when I was growing up - particularly during the defiant teenage years, especially when I sassed her - was "you're gonna pay for your raising one day, little lady. Let me assure you of that. You just wait until you have children and see how they behave."
Anyone who thinks housework, chores and errands are never-ending should try tackling the same tasks with a toddler in tow. It's nearly impossible to get anything accomplished in under 10 minutes.
It was 45 years ago when I was in the social hall at First United Methodist Church in Tamaqua, Pa., attending vacation Bible school singing my favorite songs, "This Little Light of Mine" and "Down in my Heart."
So even in the Washington of 2013, it really is still possible to reach meaningful consensus after all. A few million college and graduate students are no doubt delighted at that pleasant surprise.
"Army force structure stationing change" - what does that mean for Fort Stewart/Hunter Army Airfield and the surrounding area?
If you love baseball, then next week is for you.
While we are increasingly becoming known for big companies like Coca-Cola, UPS and Delta, or for the huge volume of goods that pass through our ports, agriculture remains Georgia's largest industry.
After much posturing, the General Assembly passed a sleeves-out-of-their-vest piece of legislation on lobbying reform in the last session and wants us to believe it has answered our concerns.
My husband and I took our daughter to Tallahassee, Fla., during the Fourth of July weekend to visit my husband's family. Reese had a great time playing with all her little cousins and being spoiled by her grandparents, aunts and uncles. It was wonderful to catch up with my in-laws, and I especially enjoyed a conversation I had one evening with my sister-in-law, who is expecting her third baby in about two months.
Some say the adage about pigs flying originated with Washington politicians who have an uncanny ability to get nothing accomplished. If they did accomplish something - the politicians we mean - then said swine would take to the air. The horror.
I have some good news and some bad news. I read in the paper recently about a proposed venture to send people to Mars. The good news is that it will be a one-way trip. The bad news is that the launch isn't scheduled until 2022, meaning anybody dumb enough to consider the idea of going to Mars and staying there will be hanging around for another nine years on our planet and lowering the collective IQ for the rest of us. Bummer.
Finally, just when we thought it would never happen again, it does - we get some good news out of Washington, D.C.
"Hello, Gov. Deal's office. May I help you? One moment, please. Governor, you have a call on line one."
Halloween is a fun holiday, short and sweet. It doesn't require a lot of prep and is over in a few hours.
There's a topic I've always shied away from in this column - the working mom vs. stay-at-home mom debate. I never felt the need to broach this subject before because, honestly, I didn't really feel it was an issue anymore. I thought we, as parents, had moved past all that trivial nonsense and decided all mothers play important roles. Period.
One of the more amazing spectacles in the days after the government shutdown ended was the obsession in Washington with who won and who lost in the showdown. Yes, the capital is focused on next year's elections, but honestly! There was only one real loser, and that was the American people.
I was talking to Siri the other day - you know, that voice on your Apple smartphone that helps you with directions, tells you who's winning the football game and will also take memos for you and then store them on your iPhone.
Editor, This is to the committee of the Richmond Hill seafood festival. The Saturday morning of the festival, my 5-year-old grandson and son-in-law, both natives of Black Creek, arrived for the annual car show that had been advertised on the website only to find out it had been canceled.
The Richmond Hill Garden Club's 14th annual Pumpkin Patch held in early October was a great success thanks to the generous support of local citizens. The garden club is truly grateful to those who attended and those who helped us publicize and arrange the occasion.
I called Junior E. Lee, general manager of the Yarbrough Worldwide Media and Pest Control Company in greater Garfield to see what kind of reactions he was getting from the public to the recent shutdown of the federal government.
If you were at J.F. Gregory Park on Saturday, it will be no great surprise to hear that attendance numbers for this year's Great Ogeechee Seafood Festival were up this year compared to last. Droves of people poured through entrance gate all day Saturday, letting up only for what amounted to less than an hour of rain showers.
I went to my mailbox the other day and was surprised to find absolutely nothing inside.
On Saturday, plenty of area residents will enter the graveyard across the street from the Historic Midway Church. Yes, it is again time for the Midway Museum-sponsored cemetery tour.
Just as my husband, Tink, started up the stairs, stepping slowly and carefully to keep the contents of his bowl and coffee cup from sloshing, I appeared around the corner. I paused, watched and debated silently whether to speak.