I took Mom out the other day for some fine dining at our local McDonald's. Truthfully, the McDonald's in the Publix Shopping Plaza is very nice. I'm pretty sure we have been there a few other times, but Mom always marvels at how nice and contemporary-looking this eatery is. She's right; the place has various styles of booths and tables, flat-screen TVs on the wall, free Wi-Fi, a place for kids to play and ...
Boy, people can be mean. I'm thinking particularly of a reader named Samantha, whose scolding of me turned into a scalding.
Any doubts that the nation is losing its heart and fiber were shooed away recently when the Pentagon disclosed that it was actually pondering the elimination of what is commonly known as "danger pay" for the men and women in the military. Danger pay, as the Department of Defense refers to it, is little compensation for risking life and limb in defense of this country and its citizens.
March 23, 2010 - President Barack Obama signs into law the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act, referred to by many as Obamacare.
The Obama administration last week announced it would postpone a controversial mandate within Obamacare for one year. Without the delay, businesses with at least 50 employees would be subject to fines beginning next year if they failed to provide their employees with health insurance.
Editor, I don't know what I would do on Sunday mornings without my morning ritual of walking to the end of my driveway, picking up my copy of the Marietta Daily Journal and taking it inside to my favorite chair to read it, front to back, with my cup of coffee.
There is no way I could produce such pithy, thought-provoking essays each week without the help of my columnist commandos.
Occasionally, someone truly interested in the art of writing will ask me, "What does it take to be a writer?"
My heart is amazingly tender now that I am a mother. Before little Reese Melanie entered my life - making me happier than I ever thought possible - incidents concerning children bothered me, but sorrowful thoughts didn't linger. Now, all it takes is one AMBER Alert to get - and keep - the tears flowing. It's impossible to hear about kidnappings, accidents and cases of abused and neglected children without imagining my own little one ...
In one week, Kim Kardashian named her kid North West and Nik Wallenda walked across the Grand Canyon on a 2-inch cable. Oh yes, and there was other stuff happening, like dozens more people being killed by suicide bombers in the Mideast, the Dow dropping a few hundred points, the Voting Rights Act hammered and more shenanigans uncovered about the IRS. But hey, that stuff happens every day, right?
Nearly two weeks ago, Edward Snowden, who leaked massive quantities of classified information about top-secret U.S. government surveillance programs before fleeing the country, was being denounced by the Obama administration as a traitor whose acts are "despicable and beyond description."
My country, sweet land of liberty, it is about you that I sing. This could be considered a fairly accurate translation of the beginning of this popular and patriotic song that I sang every morning while attending elementary school. As we celebrate our claim to independence from British rule, this song, "America," as it is also known, is a fitting tribute to our beautiful country and the freedom we not only enjoy, but cherish.
For those of us who think and write about democracy, few things are more appealing than a book about how to make it work better. My shelves are groaning with them.
Thursday is July 4 - a day when many American flags will be flown. As a person who loves his country and that flag, my heart swells with pride when I see it fluttering in the breeze. I think most citizens do show respect for Old Glory on holidays such as Independence Day and Flag Day, but they occasionally forget about the rest of the year.
I try to make it a habit to hang around with smart people. Given that my IQ is not much larger than my waist line, this isn't difficult to do.
I'm an apologetic person. Maybe it's Catholic guilt. Maybe it's just in my nature. But I do love to apologize - mostly for things that aren't my fault. My mother has always said I'd apologize for World War II if given the opportunity. She's right; I am sorry for that horrible global conflict, but not because I think I had anything to do with it. In general, I'm just sorry it happened. It's an empathetic type of apology.
Sydney, our youngest daughter, is a member of the local Cheer Savannah competitive cheerleading team. Last week our family attended our first ever cheerleading exhibition to watch Sydney, along with the several hundred girls that are involved in this wonderful program, demonstrate all the skills and techniques they have learned over this past summer.
As Congress moves forward on budget negotiations, the word out of Washington is to expect nothing major: no grand bargain, just more stopgap, short-term fixes.
During the recent government shutdown, many numbers were thrown around. But there is one number that stands out, and it has nothing to do with the debate over the federal budget.
Last Friday morning, dozens of local golfers will take to the greens at Sterling Links Golf Course in Richmond Hill ready for a day of friendly competition and, of course, golf. But these golfers aren't playing just for the sport of it - they'll be participating in the Good Ol' Boys' 14th annual John Stevens Santa Scramble and helping raise funds for the Bryan County Children's Fund.
We often hear how pets are wonderful companions for older adults. Pets provide much-needed comfort, friendship and love to our seniors.
The waitress set down my cup of coffee, and I poured cream into the hot, black liquid while silently reflecting on and pondering something.
Funny thing happened the other day to our local newspaper on the way to obscurity: My teenage daughter asked for a printed copy.
Every phase of "babyhood" has its merits, and I've loved them all so far. In fact, every time my daughter Reese enters a new stage of development, I swear that it's the best one yet. I honestly can't pick my favorite.
Some say the adage about pigs flying originated with Washington politicians who have an uncanny ability to get nothing accomplished. If they did accomplish something - the politicians we mean - then said swine would take to the air. The horror.
I have some good news and some bad news. I read in the paper recently about a proposed venture to send people to Mars. The good news is that it will be a one-way trip. The bad news is that the launch isn't scheduled until 2022, meaning anybody dumb enough to consider the idea of going to Mars and staying there will be hanging around for another nine years on our planet and lowering the collective IQ for the rest of us. Bummer.
Finally, just when we thought it would never happen again, it does - we get some good news out of Washington, D.C.
"Hello, Gov. Deal's office. May I help you? One moment, please. Governor, you have a call on line one."
Halloween is a fun holiday, short and sweet. It doesn't require a lot of prep and is over in a few hours.
There's a topic I've always shied away from in this column - the working mom vs. stay-at-home mom debate. I never felt the need to broach this subject before because, honestly, I didn't really feel it was an issue anymore. I thought we, as parents, had moved past all that trivial nonsense and decided all mothers play important roles. Period.