I took Mom out the other day for some fine dining at our local McDonald's. Truthfully, the McDonald's in the Publix Shopping Plaza is very nice. I'm pretty sure we have been there a few other times, but Mom always marvels at how nice and contemporary-looking this eatery is. She's right; the place has various styles of booths and tables, flat-screen TVs on the wall, free Wi-Fi, a place for kids to play and ...
Boy, people can be mean. I'm thinking particularly of a reader named Samantha, whose scolding of me turned into a scalding.
Any doubts that the nation is losing its heart and fiber were shooed away recently when the Pentagon disclosed that it was actually pondering the elimination of what is commonly known as "danger pay" for the men and women in the military. Danger pay, as the Department of Defense refers to it, is little compensation for risking life and limb in defense of this country and its citizens.
March 23, 2010 - President Barack Obama signs into law the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act, referred to by many as Obamacare.
The Obama administration last week announced it would postpone a controversial mandate within Obamacare for one year. Without the delay, businesses with at least 50 employees would be subject to fines beginning next year if they failed to provide their employees with health insurance.
Editor, I don't know what I would do on Sunday mornings without my morning ritual of walking to the end of my driveway, picking up my copy of the Marietta Daily Journal and taking it inside to my favorite chair to read it, front to back, with my cup of coffee.
There is no way I could produce such pithy, thought-provoking essays each week without the help of my columnist commandos.
Occasionally, someone truly interested in the art of writing will ask me, "What does it take to be a writer?"
My heart is amazingly tender now that I am a mother. Before little Reese Melanie entered my life - making me happier than I ever thought possible - incidents concerning children bothered me, but sorrowful thoughts didn't linger. Now, all it takes is one AMBER Alert to get - and keep - the tears flowing. It's impossible to hear about kidnappings, accidents and cases of abused and neglected children without imagining my own little one ...
In one week, Kim Kardashian named her kid North West and Nik Wallenda walked across the Grand Canyon on a 2-inch cable. Oh yes, and there was other stuff happening, like dozens more people being killed by suicide bombers in the Mideast, the Dow dropping a few hundred points, the Voting Rights Act hammered and more shenanigans uncovered about the IRS. But hey, that stuff happens every day, right?
Nearly two weeks ago, Edward Snowden, who leaked massive quantities of classified information about top-secret U.S. government surveillance programs before fleeing the country, was being denounced by the Obama administration as a traitor whose acts are "despicable and beyond description."
My country, sweet land of liberty, it is about you that I sing. This could be considered a fairly accurate translation of the beginning of this popular and patriotic song that I sang every morning while attending elementary school. As we celebrate our claim to independence from British rule, this song, "America," as it is also known, is a fitting tribute to our beautiful country and the freedom we not only enjoy, but cherish.
For those of us who think and write about democracy, few things are more appealing than a book about how to make it work better. My shelves are groaning with them.
Thursday is July 4 - a day when many American flags will be flown. As a person who loves his country and that flag, my heart swells with pride when I see it fluttering in the breeze. I think most citizens do show respect for Old Glory on holidays such as Independence Day and Flag Day, but they occasionally forget about the rest of the year.
I try to make it a habit to hang around with smart people. Given that my IQ is not much larger than my waist line, this isn't difficult to do.
Editor, Last Saturday's used-book sale hosted by the Friends of the Richmond Hill Library was a rousing success.
Monday's news that a shooting rampage left 12 dead at the Navy Yard in Washington, D.C., was jarring and also left us asking the one question that matters most and yet is hardest to answer.
In our lives, there are places and things we remember. I remember one event as if it were yesterday.
Dear Syrian rebels: I thought I'd take a minute to correspond with you as you resume your efforts to overthrow Syrian dictator Bashar Assad.
In the past several years, I have had as much luck visiting the historically preserved home of iconic Southern writer Eudora Welty as I would have had when she was alive. The front door always is shut to me.
If this were the world it should be, the front-page, above-the-fold headline on this and other newspapers Friday would have been the Thursday announcement that Voyager 1, a NASA spacecraft launched 36 years ago, had crossed the boundaries of our solar system, becoming mankind's first emissary to the stars.
In typical scatter-brained-mom fashion, I set out last Saturday morning to assemble what was supposed to be an easy dinner in the Crock-Pot, only to realize I forgot one key ingredient.
As Washington swirls with proposals, counter-proposals and political brinksmanship in response to diplomatic efforts on Syria, the situation has a lot of people scratching their heads. Couldn't President Obama and Congress have handled this differently?
I believe I have said this before, but I have a friend that has a shirt that reads, "Gettin' Old Ain't For Sissies!"
Fort Stewart and Hunter Army Airfield, along with the 3td Infantry Division, saw another change of command last month.
As with any job, you have to interview for the position. It should be no different for the candidates who desire to represent the 1st District of Georgia and the state in Washington.
It is flattering to have readers tell me I should run for public office.
Nature and I have not been getting along well lately. I love the outdoors and enjoy all that nature has to offer. But it seems as though we are experiencing an overabundance of nature's creepy-crawly pests.
Parents enter parenthood in countless ways. Sure, there's the traditional method - get married, have a baby and raise your family. And that's a wonderful way to go about it. But there are all kinds of families out there, and I know that I - for one - sometimes forget that moms and dads are made in more ways than one.
To be downright honest, I never expected to miss him this much. And if the deeper truth be told, perhaps what gets to me isn't just the loss of a singular man, though great and admirable he was.