I recall a visit I once had with Mama. It was a couple of years before she just up and died without warning and when we least expected it.
No matter how old I get, I still need my mom - and my mother-in-law. That's especially true now that I have my own family, house, career and other obligations. This precarious juggling act necessitates a need for motherly help like never before.
I had lunch earlier this week with an old friend of mine. He lives in a nearby assisted-living community in Savannah and we get together about once a month to just talk, laugh and eat a good meal.
This Memorial Day, as we honor those who gave all, my thoughts are with the MIA/POWs who gave so much of their lives living - no, not living in the regular sense of the word - just existing under deplorable, torturous conditions.
On Tuesday, Georgia held the earliest primary election in the state's history.
How's this for a conflict? Recently, I had to choose between going to New York and attending the prestigious Peabody Award ceremonies, sponsored by the Grady College of Journalism and Mass Communications at the University of Georgia, or an opportunity to participate in the 14th annual Washpot Festival in Garfield.
Editor, The Pembroke American Legion Auxiliary Unit 164 will hold a ceremony to honor all fallen veterans at 11 a.m. Saturday. The ceremony will be held at the caboose on Highway 280 in Pembroke.
I love being a mother. There are good times and bad, yes, but I'll take the messes, temper tantrums, sleepless nights, extra bills, doctor's visits, endless laundry and daycare hassles any day of the week in exchange for adorable baby smiles, fun days in the park, hugs and kisses, family outings, tea parties, shared meals and hearing my daughter say, "I love you, Mommy," in her perfectly sweet little voice.
I felt a brief surge of hope about Congress a few weeks ago. It was returning from Easter recess, and Capitol Hill was filled with talk about immigration reform, a minimum-wage bill, a spending bill to keep the government operating, and maybe even funding for transportation infrastructure.
OK, let's get serious for a moment and talk about something that many older adults would rather not discuss - assisted living.
Somewhere along the line, it seems, people stopped talking about the American Dream. I can't recall the last time I heard anyone, in person or through the media, remind folks that we live in the greatest country on earth and that here in this land of profound freedom, opportunities abound and no one, regardless of race or socioeconomic background, is held back from grand and lofty aspirations.
Editor, We appreciate the commitment and leadership in providing quality sports programs for the youth of our community. Thank you for the many hours invested in the lives of our children. We are proud to have such organizations in our community and wish to see their continued success.
Editor, Our military is in trouble. Budget cuts and anticipated reductions are having a serious impact on the maintenance and modernization of land systems, ships and aircraft. Another Base Realignment and Closure threatens bases, National Guard facilities and local businesses. Troop strength is being slashed. Compensation for those serving now and benefits for our veterans are being reduced. Yet, in a dangerous world, America needs a strong military.
In the midst of planning the second annual Unity in the Park Festival, set for 1-9 p.m. May 31 in JF Gregory Park, we have to ask the question: Do people really care about unity, or do they just allude to it in public, while behind closed doors they don't care at all?
It is the merry month of May, and you know that means, boys and girls. It is time for Answer Man! You ask it; we answer 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.
History is fickle with heroic humans, even when they loom over their generation in service to humanity. Even presidents suffer the fickle hand of history, especially when events in their administrations overshadow them. It happened to Herbert Hoover.
Can it be? Is it September already? One of my favorite tunes, "September Song," was written by Kurt Weill and Maxwell Anderson for a Broadway musical in 1938 called "Knickerbocker Holiday." The lyrics could apply today to the current political season in Georgia: "For it's a long, long time from May to December, but the days grow short when you reach September."
By now, most of you have heard about the Ferguson, Missouri, riots, where a young unarmed male was shot by a police officer and died on the spot.
When business called my husband, Tink, back to Los Angeles, he decided to take the opportunity to have his annual check-up. When it ended, he called home.
It was Aug. 30, 1928, when mom was born in Kanawha County, West Virginia, just a year prior to the start of the great depression. Finney Holler is the more exact location of her birth, although it is a little hard to determine exactly where Finney Holler is or was. Not too long after she was born her family moved down the road to Big Chimney; which does happen to be on the map.
Last week, seemingly all the national news agencies reported on the American Academy of Pediatrics' new recommendation that middle and high schools start no earlier than 8:30 a.m. to help ensure older children get more sleep.
Have you noticed how "nostalgia" sells? This hit me like an antique butter churn the other day as I was watching television, and so many of the commercials have incorporated "old rock" music into their marketing spiels. And we can say, "Yes I remember that one!" We might even say, "Hey, that was our song!"