My daughter made it through her first week at daycare, and I think she might have handled it better than I did. As my family piled in the car Monday morning to drop Reese off, I grappled with a sense of dread. I had known this day was coming, and I'd tried my best to prepare for it. But as I dressed her, fed her and strapped her into her car seat, I fought back tears.
I always have liked print newspapers. Partly what inspired me was an American Girl movie about a 9-year-old girl living in the 1930s during the Great Depression. Her name is Kit Kittredge.
Too many times, the day-to-day business of being mayor and governing the city prevents me from saying thank you to the city employees who make our city run smoothly. Local government, contrary to what some may think -not state or federal - usually has the greatest impact on the lives of its residents.
Early one morning in 1991, I called my mother, who was living in Florida at the time. The Persian Gulf War had started, and CNN was televising everything; Operation Desert Storm was being broadcast live and in color right into the sanctity of her living room.
Nicole and I were working out together one day and for some reason, she brought up a self-help, faith-related book we had both read. The thesis, basically, is how men are born with wild hearts, which should be admired not restrained by women.
Editor, More than 30 times a day, the sound level from the multiple horn blasts of an approaching locomotive at Georgia 144 creates a significant noise that depreciates the quality of life in Richmond Hill.
Editor, I personally want to thank the sponsors who made this year's Easter Extravaganza, which drew more than an estimated 4,000 people, the biggest and best event to date.
My family and I went on a spring break vacation last week, and during that time I developed a tooth ache. Why does this kind of thing always happen when you are on vacation away from home and your dentist?
Editor, The city of Hinesville is joining cities across Georgia to celebrate Georgia Cities on April 20-27. This week is set aside by the Georgia Municipal Association to recognize the many services, programs and events that city governments provide in their efforts improve quality of life in Georgia.
The term BRAC, or base realignment and closure, is familiar to many of us, especially military families and those living in proximity to military bases.
It turns out that you can go home again. I recently established a chair in crisis-communications leadership at the Grady College of Journalism and Mass Communications at my beloved University of Georgia. UGA President-elect Dr. Jere Morehead, along with Dink NeSmith, chairman of the Board of Regents, came for the ceremony, and both made my family and me feel warmly welcomed on campus. That is something we haven't felt at my alma mater for a ...
"Ethics is knowing the difference between what you have a right to do and what is right to do."
My daughter continues down her road of "firsts." With Reese's first birthday less than two weeks away, she is becoming more mobile and more communicative. She says "mama" now, and my husband I suspect she may being trying to say cat, although it comes out as "tat."
There I was, sitting at my desk, writing away, bothering no one when my phone rang. It was Hollywood calling.
Bravo to Sens. Johnny Isakson and Saxby Chambliss for declining to play the children's game of Simon Says with their political party. Such blatant display of individualism and individual thought on Capitol Hill could be contagious and suggests there may be hope for this nation yet.
The Sept. 30 end of the federal fiscal year always entails a messy political battle of some kind in Congress.
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?