Bryan County Children's Fund, a Christmas stocking fund, is a non-profit program designed to assist and support needy families in the county. The organization, in conjunction with Bryan County Family Connection, works to ensure that no child in Bryan County is without a Christmas. The organization has been providing holiday gifts for Bryan County families since 2003. Last year, the group provided holiday gifts for over 500 children.
Pay attention, teachers.
Seriously, how can 4.7 percent and 12.7 percent average out to be 1.3 percent?
The Ogeechee River's name is believed to come from the Creek Indian word meaning "our mother."
Who is trapped in a deeper, more inaccessible bunker? The 33 Chilean miners getting food, water and messages from the outside world through a tiny borehole, or Rahm Emanuel and the fellas at the White House who have apparently not yet received word that the American public is summoning itself for a shattering rejection of the administration's spending?
Most of us who have lived through historic moments can recall with some clarity where we were and what we were doing on those days, and Sept. 11, 2001, is no different. But it's often the case that the details tend to get a little fuzzy as time passes.
For almost three years now the press has been full of descriptions of a "great recession," "financial meltdown" and "economic disaster." The reports of banks closing, pictures of long lines of unemployed and tragedy of people losing their homes through foreclosure persuade many that this country is in dire straits, suffering now and in danger of future bankruptcy.
Americans are facing a troubling reality. The economic recovery they were promised has not materialized. There's growing talk about a "new normal"-a new way of life to take us through a long period of failed recoveries.
We all know that Labor Day just came and went, so it's a safe bet Christmas is hardly on most of our radars at the moment.
As the saying goes, "Richmond Hill is a great place to live." We're such a great place to live that our population has more than tripled since 1990.
As we close in on November, Georgia's voters are firming up opinions about which Gubernatorial candidate should lead us into the 21st century.
In all the hubbub over the construction of a mosque at Ground Zero in New York City as a reciprocal gesture of friendship to Muslims who have agreed to build the Ali Khamenei Baptist Tabernacle in downtown Tehran, you may have missed the latest debate between Georgia's gubernatorial candidates sponsored by the Yarbrough Worldwide Media and Pest Control Company, located in a pool hall in Greater Garfield, Georgia.
This evening I'll be dipping pieces of apple into honey and wishing my husband and children L'shanah tovah – wishes for a sweet and good year. Later, we'll attend worship services in Savannah and listen to the sound of the shofar (ram's horn) being blown.
The frustrations of minority status can drive a political party batty.
Q: "It's how you say it." I've preached this consistently for years with no improvement. My 12-year-old will ask me a question or ask me to help her with a task in a tone that drips with sarcasm, demand and impatience.
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.
History is fickle with heroic humans, even when they loom over their generation in service to humanity. Even presidents suffer the fickle hand of history, especially when events in their administrations overshadow them. It happened to Herbert Hoover.
Can it be? Is it September already? One of my favorite tunes, "September Song," was written by Kurt Weill and Maxwell Anderson for a Broadway musical in 1938 called "Knickerbocker Holiday." The lyrics could apply today to the current political season in Georgia: "For it's a long, long time from May to December, but the days grow short when you reach September."
By now, most of you have heard about the Ferguson, Missouri, riots, where a young unarmed male was shot by a police officer and died on the spot.
When business called my husband, Tink, back to Los Angeles, he decided to take the opportunity to have his annual check-up. When it ended, he called home.
It was Aug. 30, 1928, when mom was born in Kanawha County, West Virginia, just a year prior to the start of the great depression. Finney Holler is the more exact location of her birth, although it is a little hard to determine exactly where Finney Holler is or was. Not too long after she was born her family moved down the road to Big Chimney; which does happen to be on the map.
Last week, seemingly all the national news agencies reported on the American Academy of Pediatrics' new recommendation that middle and high schools start no earlier than 8:30 a.m. to help ensure older children get more sleep.
Have you noticed how "nostalgia" sells? This hit me like an antique butter churn the other day as I was watching television, and so many of the commercials have incorporated "old rock" music into their marketing spiels. And we can say, "Yes I remember that one!" We might even say, "Hey, that was our song!"