Southeast Georgia recently escaped the worst of a winter ice storm that ravaged other parts of the South, particularly Georgia's capital, Atlanta. The utility companies that serve our region had personnel on standby and monitored the storm closely enough to at least be prepared for the worst. Thankfully, the severe ice and snow that accompanies such storms did not come our way and, for that, we should be thankful.
The Second Amendment. Made in the USA. Jobs for Georgia. These are three of my favorite things.
"Someday," Daddy used to say often as I was growing up, "I'm going to the Holy Land. I want to walk where Jesus walked."
The next big milestone on my parenting horizon isn't really something that's fun to talk about, let alone figure out how to handle. It's not a dinner-table conversation topic, but it certainly is a necessity - potty training.
Awhile back, I wrote an article that included the poem "The Bridge Builder," by Will Allen Dromgoole. I discovered this poem in my father's briefcase after he passed away. I sent it to him in 1985 for his birthday, and he always kept it with him.
As spouses and mothers, we far too easily let the needs of our family come first. As members of the military community, we give and give, tirelessly supporting those alongside us. While the challenges often faced by our community aren't dwindling anytime soon, instead of letting our lives and goals and intentions pass us by, let's go out and make big things happen.
American humorist Will Rogers once said, "I don't make jokes. I just watch the government and report the facts." Ol' Will would have loved the Georgia Legislature. They are the gift that keeps on giving.
After taking a day off to celebrate the Martin Luther King Jr. holiday, we continued our session Jan. 21. Traditionally, the shortened week is set aside for budget hearings, so only members of the Appropriations Committee would need to be in attendance. However, with the fast pace that we have started out with this year, budget hearings were held the week of Jan. 13 in order to save time.
Back years ago, when Mama was widowed, it became suddenly and shockingly clear that she wasn't completely capable of being on her own. This was news to us because she had always stepped up and did whatever it took to look after our family. She was quite ingenious and hard-working.
Awhile back, I worked with a woman who was vocal about her belief that potential parents should have to pass a strict screening before welcoming children into the world. Although, from a purely scientific standpoint, there was no way to enforce my coworker's slightly far-fetched proposal, she maintained all human beings should be stripped of their fertility at birth and should have their ability to procreate returned to them in their mid-to-late 20s only if they meet certain criteria.
Editor, I was very pleased to read that Coastal Electric Cooperative recently has been named the best electric co-op in Georgia and also received the 2013 Georgia Electric Membership Corporation "Community Service and Volunteerism Award."
Now that Congress has its immense, $1.1 trillion bipartisan funding bill in hand, Capitol Hill is breathing easier.
My best friend's grandfather passed away last week from a fall he had in the front yard of his home. He was walking across the lawn to visit with a neighbor and tripped over a landscape brick that was sticking out just far enough to catch his foot. The fall was serious enough that he died within moments of the incident.
I'm not sure how it is with soldiers in non-combat roles.
In 1963, when King gave his "I have a dream" speech, the United States was in civil unrest due to the inequality of treatment of a segment of our society. The following Civil Rights Act legalized the equality our Founding Fathers spoke of, but maybe didn't mean or practice (since they were mostly slave owners).
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!"