Now that 2011 is almost here, you may want to make some New Year's resolutions. Planning to volunteer? Go to the gym more often? Learn a new language? All worthy ambitions, of course, but this year, why not add some financial resolutions as well?
In 1981, Francois Mitterrand swept to power in France in a watershed election. He united the left and fired the imagination of the country's youth, who danced in the streets on election night in a frenzy of revolutionary anticipation.
Whether the old Legislature's new legislation is a significant improvement in Georgia ethics law or mere political cosmetics depends on whom you ask.
My days of being a football widow are numbered. The bowl game season is upon us and the Super Bowl is right around the corner.
I gave up the right to whine when I resigned my position as executive director of the LeConte-Woodmanston Foundation in October. Citing health and personal reasons, I knew I could not continue on at the pace of the past three years. So much work to do and so few laborers.
I'll let you in on a little secret: every couple fights. Military or civilian, every relationship faces problems and, most often, the husband and wife will have very different solutions.
For weeks, I awaited a call from Gov.-elect Nathan Deal informing me that I would be a member of his transition team. The call never came.
The unemployment rate for people with a college degree or higher is 5 percent. If that were the rate for everyone, it'd be the 1990s again.
With Christmas a week away, we are now in the throes of the holiday shopping season. It is also, unfortunately, the trashiest time of the year. And even though we don't hear many Christmas carols with lyrics about garbage, it is a fact that between Thanksgiving and New Year's Day, Americans throw away 25 percent more trash than at any other time of the year.
"You're glowing," my friend Gina recently told me. "I wonder why. It must be because the hubby is home."
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus! Most of us are familiar with the letter to the editor that ran in the New York Sun in 1897 from then 8-year-old Virginia O'Hanlon. She wrote, " Dear editor: I am 8 years old, and some of my friends say that there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, "If you see it in 'The Sun,' it's so. Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?"
I believe in Christmas.
I finally did it. I learned to make fire by rubbing two sticks together. And although that particular skill is not marketable in a conventional sense and likely not necessary unless you are lost in the wilderness, I feel a sense of accomplishment.
A governor's got to do what a governor's got to do, but Gov. Nathan Deal's vetoes of the "campus carry" and "religious ...
There isn't a day that passes that I don't remember Mama. Many of the times she crosses my mind, I am doing something ...
Liberty County celebrated National County Government Month with a variety of activities throughout April. This was our fourth year participating in the National Association of ...
The perfect ending to a hectic day: Yesterday, on the way home, I got behind one of those "magic" trucks.
Looking over the attendance pads from her first Sunday service, new Methodist Pastor Sarah Hyden-Smith read, "Claire Lapella." Next to the name, the box marked ...
Okay, Georgia Tech fans, give me your best shot. I asked for it.
The first week of May marks the National Education Association's National Teacher Appreciation Week, which exists, in part, because teachers are too often thankless ...
When friends ask if I'm ever going to retire as a working journalist, I respond, "how can I leave when I'm having so ...