When I heard Newt Gingrich's campaign staff had resigned, I called the premier political analyst in the country to get the low-down on what really happened. That would be Junior E. Lee, general manager of the Yarbrough Worldwide Media and Pest Control Co., located in Greater Garfield, Ga.
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.
If the issue of major tax reform, which stalled in the recent session of the Georgia General Assembly, isn't taken up in a special session, it will almost certainly resurface in 2012. Before lawmakers go back to spectacularly bad ideas like reimposing the state sales tax on food, they might want to make major adjustments to a loophole through which tens of millions are pouring out of Georgia's coffers, and for the benefit of a select few.
Yep, this is about Bigfoot again. Please bear with me.
Like most people in their 20s, I often forget how much I have to learn. Self-absorption and arrogance pollute my generation and prevent many of us from seeing anything beyond ourselves.
Summertime and the livin' is easy. That is until a tropical storm or hurricane starts bearing down on the East Coast. And if an evacuation is called, the living can get panicky and chaotic.
There are several things standing in the way of Georgia's development of high-speed rail service and other transportation alternatives, but two are perhaps the most obvious.
Oversight is one of Congress' most important functions. When there is a major blunder - the federal regulatory lapses that led to the BP oil spell being a good example - it can often be traced to a lack of congressional oversight. At its most basic level, oversight insures that federal agencies are doing their jobs efficiently and well.
Study up, Mr. Cain
We are being invaded. Not by a foreign country or aliens from another world, but by people who want free education, free health care and jobs - with a few potential terrorists and drug smugglers thrown in.
Well, it looks like I am another theological pickle.
Dear editor: Complex issues are just that: complex and not usually resolved by simple solutions.
When somebody tells you things could always be worse, take heed.
The here-again, gone-again nature of a military marriage is tough on all couples. Between the initial separation of basic training and advanced individual training, schools and the national training center, and deployments, it's almost surprising when a spouse finds themselves living with their soldier for a year straight.
It's hard to say when Michael's Ultimate Mission started.
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.