I felt a brief surge of hope about Congress a few weeks ago. It was returning from Easter recess, and Capitol Hill was filled with talk about immigration reform, a minimum-wage bill, a spending bill to keep the government operating, and maybe even funding for transportation infrastructure.
OK, let's get serious for a moment and talk about something that many older adults would rather not discuss - assisted living.
Somewhere along the line, it seems, people stopped talking about the American Dream. I can't recall the last time I heard anyone, in person or through the media, remind folks that we live in the greatest country on earth and that here in this land of profound freedom, opportunities abound and no one, regardless of race or socioeconomic background, is held back from grand and lofty aspirations.
Editor, We appreciate the commitment and leadership in providing quality sports programs for the youth of our community. Thank you for the many hours invested in the lives of our children. We are proud to have such organizations in our community and wish to see their continued success.
Editor, Our military is in trouble. Budget cuts and anticipated reductions are having a serious impact on the maintenance and modernization of land systems, ships and aircraft. Another Base Realignment and Closure threatens bases, National Guard facilities and local businesses. Troop strength is being slashed. Compensation for those serving now and benefits for our veterans are being reduced. Yet, in a dangerous world, America needs a strong military.
In the midst of planning the second annual Unity in the Park Festival, set for 1-9 p.m. May 31 in JF Gregory Park, we have to ask the question: Do people really care about unity, or do they just allude to it in public, while behind closed doors they don't care at all?
It is the merry month of May, and you know that means, boys and girls. It is time for Answer Man! You ask it; we answer it.
As pretty much any parent knows, children often have unique traits and characteristics that seem to have no specific origins. For example, my 2-year-old daughter, Reese, has a head full of baby-fine ringlets. Neither my husband nor I have curly hair. Actually, no one in either of our families (whom we know of) has curly hair.
I've been writing this column consistently for more than a year, and at the end of each article is my name and title, along with information on how to contact me.
In a recent column, Dick Yarbrough describes an ill-advised project proposed by Sea Island Acquisition on the south end of Sea Island. We'd like to share some supporting details and background on this issue.
Editor, Georgia House Speaker David Ralston's last update to Georgia Government Transparency and Campaign Finance Commission shows that he was just shy of $1 million in campaign donations. No doubt he went over $1 million in April 2014.
Thousands of days - all those filled with clouds, rain, snow or sunshine - have passed since that time, yet the lesson sticks stubbornly to my heart.
Editor, No doubt, all Georgians are still concerned about the condition of our schools. In spite of the fact that we have many good schools and school systems, our state as a whole still faces many challenges.
When it comes to the Georgia Environmental Protection Division, one might be justified in asking exactly what it is the agency is protecting these days.
I like to surround myself with those smarter than me. In my case, that's not hard to do. I could make a sack of rocks look like a Mensa meeting.
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.