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.
Editor, While visiting my sister who lives in Richmond Hill Village, she pointed out to me the historical marker placed in her neighborhood state it to be "the 'Bottom' Village," which, she says, is just a decades-old nickname for the area.
No one likes to hear "I told you so…"
If New Year's is a time to regroup and look toward the upcoming year, then Thanksgiving is a time to gather and reflect on the year that has passed. In our family, it is a time when we thank the good Lord for both the heartaches and the blessings.
We did it for four years while I was a member of the planning and zoning board of the city of Pooler. We did it for 11 years while I was serving as either Pooler mayor pro tem or mayor. And we've done it for the past nine years while I've served in the state Legislature.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Somehow I ran across an out-of-print book called "The Last Lap." Now 15 years old, it tells an intriguing, timeless tale of the early days of America's first stock-car racers.
The holidays are upon us and many people will be traveling to visit friends and family over the next few weeks.
Before I had a child, there were a few things I noticed parents doing that really annoyed me, and I swore I would never do those things if and when I became a mother. For the most part, I've been diligent about sticking to my guns.
Homecomings are the stuff of sweet dreams and dessert for breakfast - so perfect and delicious, but often followed by either a rude awakening or a few extra pounds. As a military family member who has experienced distances because of deployment and training, I can tell you it doesn't necessarily get any easier. The families who recently have or are welcoming home loved ones this week have a few battles ahead as they work together to find a new family life balance.
Editor, Remember the great Henry Ford City controversy? A brainchild of former mayor Richard Davis and some others, a major effort was launched to brand many aspects of the Richmond Hill as a "Henry Ford City." Signs proclaiming this appeared and a host of other publicity measures supported the drive, a stated purpose of which was to bring hoards of Ford-worshipping, free-spending visitors to the fair city.
While campaigning for his health care law - and in the years since its passage - President Obama repeatedly assured the American people that, "if you like your health-care plan, you'll be able to keep your health care plan."
Last week, family and friends gathered in the small town of Chattahoochee Hills, south of Atlanta, to celebrate a life well-lived.
Welcome to the first of many military life columns. Whether it is among civilian friends or military colleagues, military life presents its own unique challenges and opportunities. Your neighbors, children's friends and strangers in the grocery store all have been affected in different ways by the military. In our community especially, we live, work and play next to military families without realizing it.
Around the corner, out in the country where we live, is a hardware store owned by a guy I have known since the day I was born. Our bassinets were next to each other in the hospital nursery.
The Internet is bad for me. I'm an obsessive worrier, and I've only gotten worse since the advent of search engines. I often think that if someone got a hold of my web-search queries, I'd end up an international laughing stock. Among the best last week: "Can you become addicted to nasal spray?" "Affects of eating slightly brown guacamole," "Can Tums cause kidney stones?" and "My cat ate cellophane."