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.
Editor, You know, it's good to have a local news writer here in Long County for the Coastal Courier in Hinesville. That's one of my favorite newspapers, and I feel lost without my Coastal Courier.
Editor, Please accept this letter as our sincere appreciation for the recent contribution of those within our community who helped our youth pastors, Daniel and Chirnique Dotson, and the ministry of Immanuel Christian Center in making our first annual Teen Week event a great success.
John Henderson sent me the following little anecdote about "being green" as opposed to actually "living green." I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for sending it, John.
Two of my favorite schoolteachers, grandson Nicholas Wansley and Mandy Bragg, were married last week. It was a beautiful and moving ceremony. I pray their marriage will be as happy as they, their families and friends were on that special day.
You throw back the comforter made by Guanzhou Meishi Textile Co. and slip out from under the Egyptian cotton sheets. After brushing your teeth, you dress, putting on a shirt made in Thailand and a tie imported from the U.K. The look is complete with a suit made in Hong Kong. Not wanting to be late, you check the time on your Swiss-made watch as you slip into a pair of Italian loafers.
Politicians have been quick to criticize the federal stimulus package, calling it a waste of tax dollars. They point out that they haven't noticed much of a difference in unemployment rates across the Peach State. Counties are still reporting high percentages, despite millions of dollars being pumped into job programs.
A recent break-in to our storage unit reminded me that value is relative. Although the unit holds almost every material thing my husband and I have accumulated over the years, apparently nothing in our unit was worth stealing.
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.
My husband and I would like to thank Officer Britting for his assistance with our dog when it was bitten by a cottonmouth out by the transportation department pond. We really thank him for his assistance and direction. He's our hero. Thank you, officer.
At the ripe old age of "I stopped counting," I have become one of those people. I can't stop myself. I've become a Facebooker. I don't want to be one, but I can't figure out how to kick the nasty habit.
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.
Today's topic will not include commentary on a bunch of immature multi-millionaires who play a kid's game and who are being goaded by ...