These past 10 days have been quite unusual for me, filled with both extremely happy and very sad personal moments in my life. I know life is like that sometimes. But it makes me wonder why things happen the way they do.
His name is Charles Almerin Tinker, and he was the great-great-grandfather of my beloved. "Charlie Tinker," I sometimes hear my husband say as he passes the large framed photo. "You're spinning in your grave. Your picture is hanging in the home of a Confederate." The stunningly clear portrait is of four distinguished, gray-whiskered men dressed in suits with vests, ties and winged-collar white shirts gathered around a heavy, round mahogany table. Three are seated and ...
U.S. Rep. Jack Kingston, R-Ga., has a tough road ahead of him, make no mistake about it. Getting elected to any statewide office requires everything an individual has to offer, plus some. Just ask those who have committed to running on the ballot in Georgia's 159 counties.
Some of my fondest memories of growing up in coastal Georgia are of going fishing with my dad.
RING! RING! "Hello, this is Teya Ryan, president of Georgia Public Broadcasting. I am calling to ask you to consider a donation to GPB. If you donate $250, we will send you a talking frog." KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! "Please excuse me a moment. Yes, Wanda? What is it?" "Ms. Ryan, sorry to bother you but there is someone at the door dressed like Big Bird and he - or it - insists on seeing you ...
It seems to me that a lot of young people have it easy. Too many kids in high school and college are shielded from work and not taught the importance of money or earning it. It seems to me that this is a major default in the education of life.
By the time this column makes it into print, my daughter's first birthday party already will have gone down in history as a resounding success - I hope. The Saturday soiree (which was yesterday if you're reading this Sunday) has kept me busy for weeks, sending out invitations, making shopping lists for party food and decorations, tidying up my house, scheduling a landscaper and a carpet steam cleaner, selecting the perfect dress for Reese - ...
In his play "The Mourning Bride: A Tragedy," William Congreve writes in Act I, Scene 1, "Music has charms to soothe a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak."
The most recent round of BRAC (Base Realignment and Closure) occurred in 2005. The Department of Defense is planning another round in 2015. It's a matter of looking at the outcomes of the 2005 process to anticipate possible consequences from the upcoming round.
As a community, we could not be more proud to play host to a major military installation. We have been blessed to have members of one of the Army's finest divisions as neighbors and friends. We should never take this opportunity for granted.
On Monday, 1,500 air-traffic controllers - 10 percent of the total - were furloughed for the day pursuant to a budget deal Congress agreed on last August that none of the lawmakers or its author - President Obama - thought would ever come to pass.
With the formal release of President Obama's budget, the pieces finally are in place for a reprise of the Washington drama we've all come to know.
Buried somewhere in my parents' house in Watkinsville is a stack of aged newspapers - copies of the Athens Banner-Herald, The Oconee Enterprise and the dearly departed Athens Observer.
When the terrorist attacks occurred during the running of the Boston Marathon last week, memories came flooding back of our own dark days in Atlanta.
Last week was a difficult time for our country. With the marathon bombing in Boston and the subsequent violence and manhunt for the suspects, the ricin-laced letters sent to our president and a Republican senator, and now the horrible fertilizer explosion in Texas, it has been a week that always will be remembered.
It looks like our legislators are about to lose one of their most cherished perks: free football tickets. Bless their hearts.
With the use of terms like sequestration, BRAC and budget cuts, it is easy to see and feel the concern in today's Army.
I consider myself a pretty eco-conscious mom. Not only do I want to do what's best for our planet, I want to set a good example for my daughter, Reese.
As the fall season approaches, I think of cooler temperatures and the beautiful fall foliage. Growing up in Pennsylvania, the trees were spectacular in color. As a kid we used to collect the leaves and then place them between two pieces of wax paper. We would then run a warm iron over the wax paper until the two pieces bonded, preserving the leaves inside.
A good many members of Congress seem to be perfectly content to just sit back and watch the nation's defenses, both domestic and abroad, walk a netless, high-wire tightrope. There is no other way to explain why they continue to let something called "sequestration" continue to blindly whack away at defense programs, military personnel and other vitally important costs. …
It seems too many loved ones recently have said good-bye to this vale of grief and sorrow and said hello to sweet eternity. Heaven is blessed, but I am distressed.
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!"