I was unable to attend the recent hearing on the Highway 144 widening project. I am pretty excited about the project and glad to see the investment in the infrastructure of Richmond Hill.
Editor, April marks the nation's "Month of the Military Child" - a time to honor youth and their service to our country. On Tuesday, April 15, as a visible way to show support and thank military children for their strength and sacrifices, the public is invited to "Purple Up! For Military Kids." Everyone in the community is encouraged to wear purple shirts, scarves, shoes, buttons and pants. If it's purple, or can be turned purple, make it happen.
It happened recently - the 20th anniversary of stock-car racer Davey Allison's death. Maybe you remember him. Maybe you don't. But I shall never forget him.
There is nothing more important than the safety and protection of innocent children. Not constitutional rights, not animal rights, not thoughts, opinions, feelings or political beliefs. The lives of children must be given top priority.
In 1984, I moved to South Florida from the Keystone State, Pennsylvania. Five years later, after graduating from college, getting married and having our first child, I and my newly formed family moved to South Georgia, where we have lived for the last 22 years.
In May, it will be three years when around 38,000 fish rose belly up in the Ogeechee River from Screven to Bryan County and anywhere else downstream of the Dover-based King American Finishing plant.
The final days of the Georgia General Assembly concluded last week, and much was accomplished this legislative session. There was a flurry of activity as both the House and Senate carefully considered and passed legislation that will now go before Governor Deal for his consideration.
March 18: Day 39 of the legislative session can be as busy, if not busier, than day 40. Proof of this is the fact that we have 83 bills on the calendar today.
Since the policy of the federal government seems to be to snoop on the conversations of private citizens, I thought it would be appropriate if we turned the tables on them. So, I authorized my columnist commandos to infiltrate the White House disguised as teleprompters and get the real scoop on the latest developments in Ukraine.
We had a funeral at church the other day, which is not unusual. Rodney laid his work aside and came to direct the choir. That, too, was not unusual. I sang in the choir. Now that was very unusual.
We've all heard the saying "Timing is everything" - and, apparently, it is when it comes to dropping food on the floor and then picking it up and eating it.
I'd like to take just a moment this week to thank all my readers out there who've been so kind and complimentary to me since I began writing this column a year and a half ago. People regularly call, email and stop me in public to praise my writing and tell me they enjoy the stories I tell, and that means so much to me. I'm grateful to you all for your willingness to step into my chaotic, messy, unpredictable world each week, if only for a few minutes. In addition, I've received some good advice ...
These are hard times for Congress.
Editor's note: Memorial Health University Physicians will have free diabetes screenings from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. Tuesday at Richmond Hill Family Practice on Highway 17.
Editor, I moved to Richmond Hill in 1995. I built a house in Mulberry subdivision on Flint Creek Drive. My house overlooks a creek that backs up to the trail in J.F. Gregory Park. During the winter when the leaves have fallen, I can see most everyone running the trail from inside my house.
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.