As Americans hop in their cars this summer, gasoline prices are at a six-year high. Thanks to surging demand and continued turmoil in Iraq, gas is quickly approaching $4 per gallon.
Editor, I saw an item in Friday's paper informing me about the fireworks at 9:30 p.m. at Cottrell Field on Fort Stewart. Having been raised here, I already knew that, but was surprised to see they were shooting off their fireworks at 9:30 p.m., instead of closer to July 5, if you catch my drift. As I reflected on years gone by, my blood began to boil.
Ogeechee Riverkeeper Day is Saturday over at Loves Seafood. That's a good thing.
Editor, The special purpose local option sales tax is another example of Liberty County spending taxpayers' money before it is even collected, making the taxpayers liable for county expenditures.
With the July 22 runoff elections fast approaching, I called Junior E. Lee, general manager of the Yarbrough Worldwide Media and Pest Control Company in Greater Garfield, Georgia, to get his thoughts on the various races and to see who he thinks will make it to the finals of the November general election and who will be eliminated this round.
My toddler has a late bedtime. I may even be playing it fast and loose with the term "bedtime." My husband and I try to get our 2-year-old to bed by 9 p.m., but really, what time she actually goes to sleep is anybody's guess.
My grandmother - Daddy's mother - sometimes was called "crazy" by others who didn't quite understand her eccentric ways. Of course, in the South, we are proud of such a label because it means that we are interesting and worthy of being the center of coffee-and-cake conversation.
A restaurant's appetizer can influence my decision to make a return visit. Even something as simple as the dry-roasted peanuts I wolf down while waiting for my Five Guys burger is something I consider before deciding which burger joint to visit.
On Sept. 11, 2001, our way of life in the United States changed forever.
The things you learn while surfing the Internet in desperation for column material.
It was an early summer morning, an enchanting time when flowers were blooming, blackberries were spurting to full growth and the birds were happy to have sunny warmth. I had taken myself out to the back porch, where I often settle down to write after I have finished a gentle run.
Toddlers have very active imaginations. My 2-year-old daughter comes up with some pretty tall tales and, while I know they aren't malicious, I'm conflicted about whether I should draw a line when it comes to "fanciful fibs." I don't want her to grow up thinking it's acceptable to lie; however, I'm also quite certain that at the age of 2, she doesn't even understand what a lie is. How and when can you teach a toddler not to do something she doesn't even realize she's doing?
In my home hangs a photograph of a rather large and deep hole on the side of an asphalt road. It is the aftermath of an improvised explosive device - or, in more simple terms, a homemade bomb - that went off just as the Humvee in which I was riding passed over it.
I was on St. Simons Island last week, scarfing down massive amounts of corn-fried shrimp at the exquisite little Georgia Sea Grill, when someone came to the table to inquire if Junior E. Lee had finished his analysis of the recent election. That really puffed up Junior when I told him.
Editor, Why did SPLOST fail? Just take a look at the article in Sunday's Coastal Courier: "City council looks at property-tax increase."
One afternoon, I had a hankering, a primal-like craving, for a supper of pinto beans and cornbread with a tall glass of cold, rich buttermilk thrown in for good measure and extra filling.
Typically, I use this weekly column to address parenting issues, reflect on challenges faced by (fairly) new moms and provide what I hope are amusing anecdotes that stem from daily life encounters with a toddler. This Sunday, though, I'm going to explore a topic that's more indirectly related to - but still very much a part of - child-rearing.
I really do love the holidays - but I cringe as we also approach the trashiest season of the year.
Editor, Hinesville Military Affairs Committee's second Veterans Salute was Nov. 1 at Bryant Commons, 438 West Oglethorpe Highway. It was a cold and windy day, but that did not stop or hinder our spirit.
Show support for Marne Division Monday at listening session