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.
OK, let's get serious for a moment and talk about something that many older adults would rather not discuss - assisted living.
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.
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.
As pretty much any parent knows, children often have unique traits and characteristics that seem to have no specific origins. For example, my 2-year-old daughter, Reese, has a head full of baby-fine ringlets. Neither my husband nor I have curly hair. Actually, no one in either of our families (whom we know of) has curly hair.
I've been writing this column consistently for more than a year, and at the end of each article is my name and title, along with information on how to contact me.
For many of us, the word "home" signifies refuge, safety, caring, warmth and love - a sanctuary where we belong. Home is the place that we know is waiting for us at the end of our daily journey into the rushed and sometimes chaotic world. I love coming home in the evening- even if it is a particularly late night, which happens often. The first thing I listen for when I walk in the door is a greeting from my wife and daughter. Nothing beats a "Hey Honey" and "Hi Daddy, how was your day."
Our veterans shouldn't need an act of Congress and a presidential signature to get the Veterans Affairs healthcare system up to speed.