Two bills passed in the waning days of Georgia's 2011 regular legislative session will both advance the cause of criminal justice in the state, and both are years overdue.
Here in Richmond Hill and everywhere, we can hardly number all the good things created by the use of the cell phone, such as emergency matters, crime prevention, convenience in communication, enormous effects on the economy, and on and on.
Have people just forgotten how to be kind? Or have forwarded emails warning us to beware of criminal scams to steal our wallets and kidnap our children just resulted in increased public paranoia?
My husband and I now are just a few small steps away from making what may be one of the riskiest decisions a military family can make. That's right - we're buying a house. With only the finalities left in the process, I'm starting to pack up my clothes - most of which don't fit my new pregnant figure anyway - and perusing paint swatches for a nursery.
Today I got an email from Mohammad. And yes, he has a deal for me.
You probably have a favorite tree-lined street in your community. Or a tree-filled neighborhood you've always admired. Or a favorite forest where you like to bask in the beauty of the trees.
Thirty-eight states have approved some form of horse racing and pari-mutuel wagering. Georgia is not one of those 38 states, but for years there has been talk during sessions of the General Assembly about expanding the state horse industry by allowing racing.
I believe that we are about to witness the biggest whoop-de-do since the invention of the Glennville Onion Festival. The royal wedding is a big deal, to say the least. Why, even Elton John and his life partner are attending. They are bringing that little baby they bought. Other celebs who are scheduled to attend include Paul McCartney and Lady Gaga.
"So what's new?" the reporter asked. "Haven't we heard this all before?" His inquiry was striking in its simplicity, yet it was a harsh wake-up call to reality.
I feel like a failure. For years, I have told you what a privilege it is to live in the great state of Georgia. We have beautiful mountains; pristine beaches; the oldest state-chartered university in the nation, located in Athens, the Classic City of the South; as well as Vidalia onions and more concrete fishponds than you can count. And we are unhappy. Where have I gone wrong?
It was a successful 2011 legislative session for my colleagues and me at the Georgia General Assembly. We accomplished many items on our agenda for this year, and some will be worked on and tackled during the next legislative session.
About the best possible outcome from the latest session of the Georgia General Assembly was that lawmakers would, for another year, find ways to keep the state treading water until better times take firm root.
Under the laws governing the federal highway program, the federal fuel taxes paid into the trust fund by motorists (18.3 cents per gallon) and truckers are returned to the states by a series of mathematical formulas that attempt to match the scope and usage of each state's surface-transportation system with payments received from the trust fund. These formulas, however, embody a number of serious flaws that cause many states (called donors) to consistently receive shares that are less than they pay in, while others (called donees) consistently receive more.
San Olens, Georgia's new attorney general, has hit the ground running and he's making great strides in the matter of transparency in government.
The size of government threatens the American way of life as we know it. The solution is straightforward - cut government. A vibrant grass-roots movement insists that it happen, and Washington is lousy with rival plans for how to go about it.
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.