Did you feel what I felt last week?
In his State of the Union speech to Congress last month, President Obama drew widespread attention for pledging to use his executive authority to advance his priorities.
Let me run some numbers by you:
State business was halted again last week due to winter storm Pax that barreled its way through the South and eventually the Northeast.
Monday, Feb. 10 marked the halfway point of our 40-day legislative session, and we are flying through it faster than any other session I have been involved with in the past 10 years.
About once a week I go food shopping for my mom. Without a doubt, ice cream is the No. 1 item she requests. Bread, milk and chocolate syrup are also high on her list.
My daughter got her first dose of culture last week when my family took advantage of Super Museum Sunday to expand our horizons and learn a bit about regional history.
Editor, I received an email today that inspired me to get more involved in political issues here in Georgia.
Day 15 (Feb. 3) - After a short weekend, we were back in session with three bills on the calendar, including Senate Bill 296, a bill that sets the acreage limit of developable land on Jekyll Island. This bill is the result of many hours of work by the Jekyll Island Authority members and other interested parties and is a great compromise that ensures this coastal gem will continue to be a treasure for many years to come.
It was good to get back to work at the state Capitol after the temporary closure due to recent inclement weather. With St. Patrick's Day about a month away, the House overwhelmingly passed House Bill 784, which I authored, allowing the sale of alcoholic beverages on Sunday during St. Patrick's Day weekend.
Many of you have written to say you oppose House Bill 875, which would allow weapons in houses of worship and currently is making its way through the Legislature faster than a speeding bullet. I suggest you let the bill's author, Rep. Rick Jasperse, R-Jasper, know, too. Call him at 404-656-0188 or email him at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Editor, I'm writing to thank Richmond Hill residents for their generosity in helping thousands of suffering children worldwide this Christmas. Through their efforts, we were able to contribute toward 21,400 shoeboxes collected within the Savannah area - filled with toys, school supplies and hygiene items - for Operation Christmas Child, the world's largest Christmas project of its kind.
My 21-month-old daughter, Reese, is sweet, gentle and trusting. My husband and I have gone to great lengths to teach her not to express her emotions through toddler-like acts of violence - hitting, kicking and biting. As a result, she's mild-mannered and happy-go-lucky. So, it's easy to understand why I'd be particularly aggravated at the fact another child at Reese's day care seems to be working hard to undo all of our teachings.
As my sister and I were growing up, it was not unusual to see Mom and Dad dancing the jitterbug through the living room and into the dining room and kitchen … we had a rather small home.
Editor, The annual spring book and yard sale hosted by the Friends of the Richmond Hill Library has been scheduled for Saturday, April 5, 2014.
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.