Each year, more than three trillion miles are traveled on America's roads, with a considerable amount of those - more than 113 billion -- occurring right here in Georgia. Our location and excellent road network means Georgia serves as a prime connecting route for vacationers and for freight movement. Georgia is the main route by which tourists from all over the USA and Canada reach popular year-round southern vacation destinations. And when we add the increasing numbers of tractor trailers traveling throughout the state, our roads are usually crowded.
This morning I was staring at my biscuit, wondering if it was a Christian biscuit or not.
Sixty-five new laws took effect in our state on Friday. New laws like immigration and Sunday alcohol sales have gotten much media attention since they were approved by lawmakers and signed by Gov. Nathan Deal.
July 4, 1776. On this date, we became "We the People." Thirteen colonies declared their independence from England, becoming the United States of America; and it is the only country to be organized where the people are in charge, not the government. The people of this country do not answer to a king, emperor or emir.
While making a project presentation some years ago, a person in the audience commented that I was biased. Initially, I interpreted the comment as being negative or that my professional ethics needed to be reexamined.
Family is such an important part of my life. As a mother of four and a grandmother of six, much of my life's focus has been spent working to create a bright future for them.
After hearing arguments last week from a coalition of immigration attorneys and civil rights organizations seeking to block implementation of Georgia's new immigration law, HB 87, set to go into effect Friday, U.S. District Judge Thomas Thrash issued his ruling Monday afternoon.
I don't think it is an understatement to say that when it comes to public education in Georgia, school teachers don't have much faith in the Legislature.
As if he didn't have enough on his plate already.
This Saturday, I participated in and finished my first 5k race. Never mind that I came in second to last. Never mind the sharp pain shooting through my seemingly ever-expanding hips. It felt nice to finish something.
Every year after the legislative session ends, I send out a newsletter to constituents reporting on the activities of our session and asking for feedback on issues important to them.
It's wonderful to have members of the 4th Infantry Brigade Combat Team back home. The last of the Vanguard troops have walked across Fort Stewart's Cottrell Field, uncased their colors and embraced the loved ones who've patiently waited for their return, bringing Fort Stewart back to full capacity.
It has been 27 years since he passed away, and not a day goes by that I don't miss him terribly, especially on Father's Day.
If you haven't had the chance to meet the new executive director of the Richmond Hill-Bryan County Chamber of Commerce, it's probably just a matter of time. Brianne Yontz – that's pronounced "brI-ann" – took over at the chamber June 6 and has just finished her second week on the job.
She has long blond hair that flows in curls over her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes sparkle under the lights. She flutters her long, dark lashes as she cocks her head to one side in a flirtatious, come-hither manner. Her bow-shaped lips are a beautiful, rich cherry red. Her baby blue sequined dress flows to the floor, settling around patent leather Mary Jane shoes. She is only 6 years old.
I happen to love the song "Happy" from the movie soundtrack, "Despicable Me 2."
Most mornings, I spend about five minutes pulling my freshly washed hair into a ponytail. It's easy, it's efficient, and, I like to tell myself, it's even chic. When I know I'll be meeting important people or attending special events, however (like, say, the United Way annual campaign kick-off party or a chamber of commerce breakfast), I break out the products and utensils and spend an extra 20 minutes or so coaxing my locks into what I hope is a more professional-looking style.
I've always been one of those persons who won't hire someone to do something for me if I can do it myself, such as painting my house, building a deck, building a utility barn, caring for my own lawn, installing new flooring, etc. It was just the way I was raised. And it stuck.
Editor, This is an open letter to Attorney General Eric Holder.
Editor, It seems like we just cut the ribbon to our new location at 154 Thunderbird Drive. Our brand new 10,000 square foot facility seemed so BIG next to our little white building on 10055 Ford Ave. Site 3B, where the YMCA had resided in for the previous 10 years. We moved with excitement, added more equipment, larger classes, and exciting new family programs.
I'm not sure how many wilderness survival shows there are on television right now, but it appears there is some kind of obsession going on with this type of programming. And they are running the gamut from being naked in the wild to being fat in the wild. That's right, there's a show now titled "Fat Guys in The Woods." Fortunately, they keep their britches on.
• President Ronald Reagan, Jan. 30, 1984: "Exports create and sustain jobs for millions of American workers and contribute to the growth and strength of the United States economy. The Export-Import Bank contributes in a significant way to our nation's export sales."
Win at life! Isn't that what we all want to do? That is the headline gracing one of the magazines sitting on our coffee table. I guess the real question is, "what defines winning at life?" After all, life has a pretty broad playing field. Maybe what best defines winning in life is society's dire need to be in control. Everyone values their independence and sense of control, right?
Editor, Recently, I've spotted some news headlines - around the region, state and country - that I never thought I'd see. It really makes me wonder, "Whatever were they thinking?"
Editor, The following is an open letter on sequestration to Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid, D-Nevada, from retired U.S. Army Gen. Gordon R. Sullivan, head of the Association of the United States Army:
Remember the story of "The Little Engine That Could"? That could well describe the city of Dalton, a town of some 34,000 nestled in the corner of northwest Georgia, not far from the Tennessee line.
Lately, I've been thinking about the treasure trove that can be found in life's challenging times - the wisdom, the victories, the emotional muscle built and, of course, the stories. As those who know me well often say with a smile, "It's always about the story with her."
I realize, perhaps better than anyone, that it's not polite to ask others about their reproductive plans. I've long ranted about how much it annoyed me when friends, family members and even perfect strangers would inquire about a possible plunge into parenthood. Even now, as most of my readers know, I get aggravated when people ask whether my 2-year-old daughter, Reese, will ever be a sister.