Every few days, we learn yet one more way in which government's expanded surveillance powers intrude upon our privacy and civil liberties.
She said it, of course, with a smirk. Those women who really don't understand the ways of Southern women seem to always speak about us in words that are vividly cloaked in disdain.
Editor, On behalf of all 170 hospitals across Georgia, I want to express appreciation to Gov. Deal for his steadfast resolve and determination to ensure the safety and welfare of hospital patients and caregivers during last week's icy-road traffic jam.
As we all know, last week was an extremely unusual one in our state.
Editor, In light of the disaster of Obamacare and the needs of our troops in Georgia, I have decided to write this letter about a candidate, Dr. Bob Johnson, who I saw speak at a recent event. At this event, Dr. Johnson spoke articulately about how he plans to fix Obama-care and serve the best interests of this district using his experience as a cancer surgeon and Army Ranger.
The fast pace of the 2014 session of the Georgia General Assembly slowed down considerably last week when Tuesday's winter storm paralyzed metro Atlanta traffic systems.
My fellow Georgians, in order to keep my national certification as a modest and much-beloved columnist, it is a requirement that I annually submit to you a State of the Column message. This I do today. (Yea! Clap! Clap! Clap!)
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.
I happen to love the song "Happy" from the movie soundtrack, "Despicable Me 2."
Most mornings, I spend about five minutes pulling my freshly washed hair into a ponytail. It's easy, it's efficient, and, I like to tell myself, it's even chic. When I know I'll be meeting important people or attending special events, however (like, say, the United Way annual campaign kick-off party or a chamber of commerce breakfast), I break out the products and utensils and spend an extra 20 minutes or so coaxing my locks into what I hope is a more professional-looking style.
I've always been one of those persons who won't hire someone to do something for me if I can do it myself, such as painting my house, building a deck, building a utility barn, caring for my own lawn, installing new flooring, etc. It was just the way I was raised. And it stuck.
Editor, This is an open letter to Attorney General Eric Holder.
Editor, It seems like we just cut the ribbon to our new location at 154 Thunderbird Drive. Our brand new 10,000 square foot facility seemed so BIG next to our little white building on 10055 Ford Ave. Site 3B, where the YMCA had resided in for the previous 10 years. We moved with excitement, added more equipment, larger classes, and exciting new family programs.
I'm not sure how many wilderness survival shows there are on television right now, but it appears there is some kind of obsession going on with this type of programming. And they are running the gamut from being naked in the wild to being fat in the wild. That's right, there's a show now titled "Fat Guys in The Woods." Fortunately, they keep their britches on.
• President Ronald Reagan, Jan. 30, 1984: "Exports create and sustain jobs for millions of American workers and contribute to the growth and strength of the United States economy. The Export-Import Bank contributes in a significant way to our nation's export sales."
Win at life! Isn't that what we all want to do? That is the headline gracing one of the magazines sitting on our coffee table. I guess the real question is, "what defines winning at life?" After all, life has a pretty broad playing field. Maybe what best defines winning in life is society's dire need to be in control. Everyone values their independence and sense of control, right?
Editor, Recently, I've spotted some news headlines - around the region, state and country - that I never thought I'd see. It really makes me wonder, "Whatever were they thinking?"
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.