It was only last year - about six months ago, in fact - that we faced sequestration and the budget crisis that affected the federal government. Our civilian workforce on Fort Stewart actually returned to work Oct. 7, 2013, even with the shutdown still at a stalemate in Washington, D.C.
You are an avid (insert sport here). You have invested countless hours into it, and you plan to take it to another level. You believe your sport is evolving, and you participate in local events where you can test your ability.
The state of Georgia will be using new standardized tests in its public schools next year, and some students might not make the grade -- literally.
Before the start of the 1996 Centennial Olympic Games, Billy Payne, the organization's CEO, reminded everyone that while much of the attention during the Games would be focused on the high-profile athletes, not to forget that all 10,000 athletes from the 107 countries represented were and forever would be Olympians - a title few people in the world would ever attain.
In the land of my birth, the British often ask visitors if they "fancy a cuppa."
MOULTRIE - I'm for real. I can prove it. I finally have a genuine birth certificate.
In the tiny country church where I spent most of the first 22 years of my life - where I found the Lord at the age of 11; where, without fail, I had the lead role in every Christmas pageant; and where my daddy laid down the law in more ways than one - we sang hymns from a brown songbook and a green one that were filled with the haunting melodies that have penetrated the Appalachians for many decades.
There are good things and bad to be said about finally having a school-aged child. Although my husband and I still have a few more years to go before our 2-year-old daughter, Reese, starts elementary school, we often think and talk about how much easier it'll make life for our family.
I've been receiving a bunch of credit card applications in the mail lately. Apparently I'm just not spending enough money on things like my house mortgage, power bills, food, gas, car expenses, medical bills, entertainment (not sure when we have time for that), extra-curricular activities for the kids, and tuition and living expenses for Kaitlyn to go to college.
Jimmy Hires has always been a great basketball coach whose numbers put him in elite company. Everybody here knows that.
Much has been said in response to recent news from Washington about a bill supposedly giving the go-ahead on Savannah's harbor deepening project. Misleading statements about the project, both before this news and afterwards, need to be clarified and corrected.
I wrote recently about the concerns of environmental groups regarding a proposal by the owners of Sea Island to develop 7.2 acres on the south end of the island. They say that the land is too fragile for the proposed development.
Traffic signals are usually a 'good news, bad news' proposition. They save lives. They can also slow down commuters, prolonging time one spends behind the wheel burning gas, which is both economically and environmentally unsound.
Not long ago, a friend of mine was huffing, puffing and carrying on something awful about an injustice she had recently suffered. She had dealt with someone rather devious and the result was, well, rather devious.
I happen to love the song "Happy" from the movie soundtrack, "Despicable Me 2."
Most mornings, I spend about five minutes pulling my freshly washed hair into a ponytail. It's easy, it's efficient, and, I like to tell myself, it's even chic. When I know I'll be meeting important people or attending special events, however (like, say, the United Way annual campaign kick-off party or a chamber of commerce breakfast), I break out the products and utensils and spend an extra 20 minutes or so coaxing my locks into what I hope is a more professional-looking style.
I've always been one of those persons who won't hire someone to do something for me if I can do it myself, such as painting my house, building a deck, building a utility barn, caring for my own lawn, installing new flooring, etc. It was just the way I was raised. And it stuck.
Editor, This is an open letter to Attorney General Eric Holder.
Editor, It seems like we just cut the ribbon to our new location at 154 Thunderbird Drive. Our brand new 10,000 square foot facility seemed so BIG next to our little white building on 10055 Ford Ave. Site 3B, where the YMCA had resided in for the previous 10 years. We moved with excitement, added more equipment, larger classes, and exciting new family programs.
I'm not sure how many wilderness survival shows there are on television right now, but it appears there is some kind of obsession going on with this type of programming. And they are running the gamut from being naked in the wild to being fat in the wild. That's right, there's a show now titled "Fat Guys in The Woods." Fortunately, they keep their britches on.
• President Ronald Reagan, Jan. 30, 1984: "Exports create and sustain jobs for millions of American workers and contribute to the growth and strength of the United States economy. The Export-Import Bank contributes in a significant way to our nation's export sales."
Win at life! Isn't that what we all want to do? That is the headline gracing one of the magazines sitting on our coffee table. I guess the real question is, "what defines winning at life?" After all, life has a pretty broad playing field. Maybe what best defines winning in life is society's dire need to be in control. Everyone values their independence and sense of control, right?
Editor, Recently, I've spotted some news headlines - around the region, state and country - that I never thought I'd see. It really makes me wonder, "Whatever were they thinking?"
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.