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 love the Christmas season. For me it is a time of wonderful anticipation and cherished memories.
Editor, I lived in the Richmond Hill area several years back and have friends who live in the area and subscribe to your newspaper and forward it to me. I keep reading letters pertaining to an historical marker placed in a particular neighborhood by the Richmond Hill Historical Society and the city of Richmond Hill. After further inquiries, I learned that Buddy Sullivan was paid by the society to prepare the marker text as furnished to him by the society.
The white South African system of apartheid was a brutal, cynical system of racial segregation that was becoming increasingly unsustainable and most observers believed it could end in only one way - massive bloodshed.
Imagine filling up your gas tank and realizing that the price you were charged was more than the price advertised. What would you do?
For many of us, it's that special time of the year - the time when you get notification for renewal from your health-care insurance provider.
Former South African President Nelson Mandela has received much-deserved praise following his death
Oh, the stories people tell. Not always good ones, mind you, but the kind that will make you fall down on your knees and thank the good Lord up above that you don't have a story like that.
"Hit the showers." That was one of my favorite things to hear from coach Schuler, my high-school wrestling coach. It signaled the end of what usually was a long, hard practice.
My daughter, Reese, started at a new day care two months ago. My husband and I had been pleased with her former day care until they went through several leadership changes, and the resulting policy alterations were disconcerting. The facility's lunch menu, which had been pretty healthy when we first enrolled Reese, took a turn for the worse - lots of processed, preservative-laden food; fruit drowning in sugary, heavy syrup; and snacks full of sodium and food dyes. No thanks!
"Roll up! Roll up for the Magical Mystery Tour! Step right this way!"
I made my first visit to the workout gym in over a year the other day. As most of my readers know I like to perform my fitness regimen in my garage where it is private, easily accessible…and most important - free! I happened to be out of town and could not fit my garage in my suitcase, so I decided to make a visit to the local gym for some climate-controlled exercise. Who knew exercising in an air-conditioned room could be so nice.
As lawmakers continue debating ethics and transparency in Georgia government, with the hourglass emptying fast on the 2013 session, yet another independent nonprofit think tank has given the state a less than encouraging grade.