At a public gathering the other day, someone asked me how I'd sum up my views on Congress.
Editor, While scrolling through the Chatham County Sheriff's website recently, I found it quite interesting the number of people who were pulled over and arrested for operating a vehicle without tail lights.
The scene: I-16 near Dublin.
March 3: While serving on the Appropriations Committee is a great honor, it is also a big responsibility. While most legislators went home last Thursday and Friday, me and other members of the Appropriations Committee remained in Atlanta working on the 2015 budget.
The woman looked over the selection of books, picked up four and smiled.
Please, thank you and excuse me are some of the first words a child should learn, and I've tried to put that belief into practice with my daughter - once she mastered "mama," of course.
I love to look at photographs and pictures. Just about any picture will do.
As the chairman of the House appropriations committee, I clearly recognize the financial challenges of bringing economic vitality to all parts of our state.
A month ago, a friend of mine told me she went to work out at a local gym one morning in early January, but it was so crowded, she couldn't find a machine to use.
As I recently reported, one of the most important requirements of the Legislature is to set a budget for the state each year.
I started Feb. 24 with a meeting with my Senate budget analyst to review the public safety fiscal year 2015 budget proposal. After welcoming the anesthesiology assistants who were visiting the Capitol, I went to our caucus meeting before going into session.
As predicted in this space a few weeks ago, there is compromise legislation pending in the General Assembly regarding the Common Core curriculum, the controversial program which seeks to establish consistent education standards across the country.
This time next year, we will say goodbye to the 2nd Brigade on Fort Stewart.
Any self-respecting Southern woman has a list of casserole recipes a mile long ready to bake at a moment's notice. You got a sickness or a death in your family? We've got just the casserole for you.
I remember as a little boy going to work with my father. He was in the cigar-manufacturing business and was promoted to the plant superintendent when I was 7 years old.
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!"