Congress is winding down its historically unproductive session with a small flurry of activity. It's a welcome change, but so long overdue that it can't possibly make up for what should have been accomplished on Capitol Hill this year.
On Sept. 25, more than 200 concerned citizens pack the Tybee Island City Hall in a standing-room-only meeting moderated by Mayor Jason Buelterman.
At the annual Defense Policy Forum on Nov. 12, one of the major topics was Base Realignment and Closure and alternatives to BRAC.
Good grief. I just took a peek at next week's calendar. It says 2014.
My house just became a much more positive place. My husband and I usually do watch what we say when my daughter is around, but now I have iron-clad proof that she is always listening, watching and, more importantly, mimicking. Now that we know this, exclaiming, "Oh, fiddlesticks!" is about the only thing that is still permissible in our family.
Military life is surrounded by the grey clouds of deployment, the sunny days of returns and little is mentioned of the rest.
The other day, I was driving my car and suddenly realized I did not know what road I was on.
It was during mid-flight, perhaps somewhere over Virginia, that a thought hit me and I suddenly turned in excitement toward my husband, Tink.
What's not to love about a parade? The floats, the candy, the music, the excitement. Everyone loves a parade - at least as long as it's not raining and cold outside.
I believe in Christmas.
A friend was talking about a hail and farewell she recently attended. She laughed about the farewell of a junior officer, about whom it was widely known (even to him) that he was somewhat worthless to his unit, never knew which way was up and always was two steps behind.
Welcome to the first column of Unity in the Community. We will try, at least once a month, to give some insight, ideas and more focused on unity.
There's nothing glamorous about being a farmer, nothing charming, little endearing and certainly few things easy about it. It is either a calling or a curse, depending on how one looks at it. Some are born into it and some just can't find a way to escape it, because it's all they've ever known.
I often think about how nice it would be to have a break from all my familial responsibilities for just one night. I dream of a quiet evening alone - no dinner to cook, no lunches to pack, no dishes to wash, no whiny pets to walk and feed, no toddler to bathe and put to bed, and no intermittent wakeups throughout the night to soothe said toddler, supply milk and coax her back to bed.
'Outlook unclear, ask again later'
I can and have assailed you with facts and figures on the economic importance of agriculture to this state, and I probably will again.
On Sept. 11, 2001, our way of life in the United States changed forever.
My husband and I sat watching a documentary celebrating the anniversary of the Freedom Riders. They were student advocates who rode interstate buses into the segregated southern United States in 1961 and we could not help but notice the struggle of separatism still continues in many places in this country. On the one hand, the belief was that the fight was for equality, a right to have that which was given through the wording of the Constitution. But if we were to really take a close look, what was really being sought was respect.
One of the great newspaper columnists of any era was Erma Bombeck, the humorist who enchanted readers for decades with her witty take on life in suburbia in a column that ran from the 1960s until her death in 1996.
The things you learn while surfing the Internet in desperation for column material.