I always remember Easter as being a wonderful time of year. The colors of spring and the disappearance of snow (thankfully), the excitement of egg hunts and wearing new clothes for church on Sunday - it always was a special time in our house.
Deciding to have only one child was not an easy choice for my husband and me. We weighed the pros and cons, considered our careers and work demands, examined our finances, mapped out future plans, took our ages into account, set goals for ourselves and our daughter and thought long and hard about the options before us. Really, we did.
I wish I had been there. In Jerusalem. With Jesus.
As anyone who gets behind the wheel knows, driving around the Coastal Empire can be an exercise in frustration, but there's always a bright side. In our case, it's this: Traffic here is still a cakewalk compared to what our fellow motorists in Atlanta have to deal with on a daily basis.
Congress appointed an independent commission to travel the United States and hold meetings with active and retired soldiers and their spouses. The commission is designed to see what is important to our military and their families - even though there already is a proposed budget that outlines the cuts that will affect our military families.
MOULTRIE - Today at the breakfast club, not a mention was made of the Ukrainian crisis, the missing Malaysian airliner or Obamacare - nary a word. It was all about small talk. Small talk, but by way of deep thought.
For years, I blamed it on those royal-blue suede high-heel pumps. The ones with the ridiculously tall, spiked heel and absurdly pointed toe. I was 22 when I bought them, 36 when I donated them to the Salvation Army.
I don't believe in illness. OK, perhaps I should rephrase that - I don't believe in a minor illness' ability to keep me down. Unless I'm dragging a limb, hospitalized or totally unable to keep food down at all, I refuse to disrupt my ultra-busy daily routine to do silly things like "rest" or "recuperate."
Editor, The annual Spring Book and Yard Sale sponsored by the Friends of the Richmond Hill Library on Saturday, April 5, was a resounding success. Although FOL offers books for sale every day in the library, the spring and fall sales are special events that raise the majority of the funds the group contributes to meet the library's needs.
Some of my favorite memories involve time being quiet.
Editor, I saw small-town family values and teamwork by rec coach Tyler Gunderson and the Richmond Hill Wildcats basketball team that made them come to life in Richmond Hill. This team won the league for the season.
April is Child Abuse Prevention Month in Georgia, as proclaimed by Gov. Nathan Deal. Child abuse is a subject I don't like to think about, let alone write about, and you probably would just as soon not read about. But it is there, and we need to acknowledge it and demand some solutions.
In the Georgia Legislature, even a relatively simple bill can turn into one of the most important pieces of legislation that is considered.
The swarm of gnat nation has arrived
I have something I haven't had since I was in my early 20s. In fact, one of my favorite pictures taken in 1980 with my sister exposes it very well.
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.