Dear Editor: In regard to Roy Hubbard's letter published Jan. 26, I wish to thank the gentleman for his service to our country, and for taking the time and effort to engage in conversation about the bullying issue facing our kids.
By Jennifer Jeffers
I usually dance around the topic of children in this column, because I don't have any.
When Georgia's Special Council on Tax Reform and Fairness released its recommendations on Jan. 7, headline writers trumpeted the council's proposal to eliminate the sales tax exemption for groceries. That proposal is but one part of a far-reaching reform that would enhance the state's economic competitiveness and streamline Georgians' taxes.
Judging by the past three decades, there's no worse fate than getting touted as the next global superpower.
I wonder if our intrepid public servants at the Gold Dome understand how arrogant and out of touch they look to We the Unwashed – or if they even care.
April can't get here soon enough. By then, birds will have long since begun chirping as flowers bloom in bright colors. If you think about it hard enough, you can almost smell that clean, sweet air and feel the sun on your face.
Dear Editor: There is a lot of concern about the problem of bullying in our schools, and I read with interest the letter from Carey Daughtry, chief instructor/owner of ATA Martial in Richmond Hill, in which Daughtry made some thoughtful suggestions as to how to curtail the problem in our community.
Despite difficult budget times, our Georgia lawmakers are almost certain to allocate $32 million to deepen the Savannah River and allow the Port at Savannah to be able to accommodate larger ships when the Panama Canal completes its expansion in 2014.
It would seem state officials' educational cuts are steering Georgia's university system into a rather perilous conundrum.
On Jan. 7, the Special Council on Tax Reform and Fairness submitted its much-anticipated report to the lieutenant governor and speaker of the house.
Dear Editor: I sincerely apologize for any and all references to Gail Lee and Verdia Mae Moore in the Breezeway story published Jan. 12.
A new year is upon us and like everyone else, this is a good time to look back on the previous year and take a closer look at what we achieved.
I'll go ahead and admit to what everyone else is already thinking: We're missing the extra deployment money. It's not that we blew all of the additional pay and didn't save anything. We saved, but we were definitely living a little more comfortably, too. Now, with all of that saved money off limits, hundreds less per paycheck, and the increased expense of feeding a full grown man, we just don't have quite as much fun money as we once did.
When we were young, most everything was good. We made it out of high school and many of us went on to college, trade school, the military, the work force or maybe even hitchhiked across the country. Some of us married our sweethearts and settled down to buy homes and raise families. Others moved far away and some chose to stay nearby or in our hometowns, close to family.
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!"