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.
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.
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 - even grooming our dog!
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.
The other day, I was driving my car and suddenly realized I did not know what road I was on.
It was during mid-flight, perhaps somewhere over Virginia, that a thought hit me and I suddenly turned in excitement toward my husband, Tink.
What's not to love about a parade? The floats, the candy, the music, the excitement. Everyone loves a parade - at least as long as it's not raining and cold outside.
I believe in Christmas.
A friend was talking about a hail and farewell she recently attended. She laughed about the farewell of a junior officer, about whom it was widely known (even to him) that he was somewhat worthless to his unit, never knew which way was up and always was two steps behind.
Welcome to the first column of Unity in the Community. We will try, at least once a month, to give some insight, ideas and more focused on unity.
There's nothing glamorous about being a farmer, nothing charming, little endearing and certainly few things easy about it. It is either a calling or a curse, depending on how one looks at it. Some are born into it and some just can't find a way to escape it, because it's all they've ever known.
I often think about how nice it would be to have a break from all my familial responsibilities for just one night. I dream of a quiet evening alone - no dinner to cook, no lunches to pack, no dishes to wash, no whiny pets to walk and feed, no toddler to bathe and put to bed, and no intermittent wakeups throughout the night to soothe said toddler, supply milk and coax her back to bed.
'Outlook unclear, ask again later'
I love the Christmas season. For me it is a time of wonderful anticipation and cherished memories.
Editor, I lived in the Richmond Hill area several years back and have friends who live in the area and subscribe to your newspaper and forward it to me. I keep reading letters pertaining to an historical marker placed in a particular neighborhood by the Richmond Hill Historical Society and the city of Richmond Hill. After further inquiries, I learned that Buddy Sullivan was paid by the society to prepare the marker text as furnished to him by the society.
The white South African system of apartheid was a brutal, cynical system of racial segregation that was becoming increasingly unsustainable and most observers believed it could end in only one way - massive bloodshed.
Imagine filling up your gas tank and realizing that the price you were charged was more than the price advertised. What would you do?
For many of us, it's that special time of the year - the time when you get notification for renewal from your health-care insurance provider.
Former South African President Nelson Mandela has received much-deserved praise following his death