Let's start with the obvious: A democracy needs intelligence agencies. It needs to know what's happening in the world - and understand the plans of allies and enemies - to keep the nation prepared and secure.
My attempts at making more mom friends still are failing miserably. At this point, I'd probably try an online "matchmaking" site for women with children who are looking to befriend other women with children. Sort of like eHarmony, but with sippy cups and strollers. Actually, that sounds like a great idea because then I'd get to be very picky with my criteria, thus reducing the chances I'd get "matched up" with another mom I have absolutely nothing in common with, which has kind of been my problem so far.
I love football. When I was growing up, our neighborhood kids would organize games every day. Good weather, bad weather, even snow and ice would not keep us from playing.
Editor, Mark your calendars, dress the young'uns, pack up the car and head east because Liberty County's east end is coming alive Saturday, Dec. 7.
The holiday season is suddenly upon us. Tree lots are full, Christmas candies are out in full force and the Black Friday sales are taunting us at every turn.
Editor, While visiting my sister who lives in Richmond Hill Village, she pointed out to me the historical marker placed in her neighborhood state it to be "the 'Bottom' Village," which, she says, is just a decades-old nickname for the area.
No one likes to hear "I told you so…"
If New Year's is a time to regroup and look toward the upcoming year, then Thanksgiving is a time to gather and reflect on the year that has passed. In our family, it is a time when we thank the good Lord for both the heartaches and the blessings.
We did it for four years while I was a member of the planning and zoning board of the city of Pooler. We did it for 11 years while I was serving as either Pooler mayor pro tem or mayor. And we've done it for the past nine years while I've served in the state Legislature.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Somehow I ran across an out-of-print book called "The Last Lap." Now 15 years old, it tells an intriguing, timeless tale of the early days of America's first stock-car racers.
The holidays are upon us and many people will be traveling to visit friends and family over the next few weeks.
Before I had a child, there were a few things I noticed parents doing that really annoyed me, and I swore I would never do those things if and when I became a mother. For the most part, I've been diligent about sticking to my guns.
Homecomings are the stuff of sweet dreams and dessert for breakfast - so perfect and delicious, but often followed by either a rude awakening or a few extra pounds. As a military family member who has experienced distances because of deployment and training, I can tell you it doesn't necessarily get any easier. The families who recently have or are welcoming home loved ones this week have a few battles ahead as they work together to find a new family life balance.
Editor, Remember the great Henry Ford City controversy? A brainchild of former mayor Richard Davis and some others, a major effort was launched to brand many aspects of the Richmond Hill as a "Henry Ford City." Signs proclaiming this appeared and a host of other publicity measures supported the drive, a stated purpose of which was to bring hoards of Ford-worshipping, free-spending visitors to the fair city.
I can and have assailed you with facts and figures on the economic importance of agriculture to this state, and I probably will again.
On Sept. 11, 2001, our way of life in the United States changed forever.
My husband and I sat watching a documentary celebrating the anniversary of the Freedom Riders. They were student advocates who rode interstate buses into the segregated southern United States in 1961 and we could not help but notice the struggle of separatism still continues in many places in this country. On the one hand, the belief was that the fight was for equality, a right to have that which was given through the wording of the Constitution. But if we were to really take a close look, what was really being sought was respect.
One of the great newspaper columnists of any era was Erma Bombeck, the humorist who enchanted readers for decades with her witty take on life in suburbia in a column that ran from the 1960s until her death in 1996.
The things you learn while surfing the Internet in desperation for column material.