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.
My daughter made it through her first week at daycare, and I think she might have handled it better than I did. As my family piled in the car Monday morning to drop Reese off, I grappled with a sense of dread. I had known this day was coming, and I'd tried my best to prepare for it. But as I dressed her, fed her and strapped her into her car seat, I fought back tears.
I always have liked print newspapers. Partly what inspired me was an American Girl movie about a 9-year-old girl living in the 1930s during the Great Depression. Her name is Kit Kittredge.
Nicole and I were working out together one day and for some reason, she brought up a self-help, faith-related book we had both read. The thesis, basically, is how men are born with wild hearts, which should be admired not restrained by women.
Many people talk a good game about caring for the environment. We hear politicians and Hollywood types and all sorts of "activists" telling us regular folks how to take care of the earth. Sometimes it just cracks me up. One of my favorite environmentalists - and, believe me, I am being very sarcastic - flies around in private jets all the time selling books about the environment and telling people what they should be doing to take care of the environment. Oh yes, he also flits around in his private jets to visit his numerous 10,000-14,000-square-foot homes, too. And this ...
The term BRAC, or base realignment and closure, is familiar to many of us, especially military families and those living in proximity to military bases.
It turns out that you can go home again.
"Ethics is knowing the difference between what you have a right to do and what is right to do."
My daughter continues down her road of "firsts." With Reese's first birthday less than two weeks away, she is becoming more mobile and more communicative. She says "mama" now, and my husband I suspect she may being trying to say cat, although it comes out as "tat."
I wonder sometimes if people who litter think that the fast-food bags or cigarette butts they toss or let blow out of their vehicles just magically disappear. Poof - they are gone!
There I was, sitting at my desk, writing away, bothering no one when my phone rang. It was Hollywood calling.
Bravo to Sens. Johnny Isakson and Saxby Chambliss for declining to play the children's game of Simon Says with their political party. Such blatant display of individualism and individual thought on Capitol Hill could be contagious and suggests there may be hope for this nation yet.
T-SPLOST may be dead and buried by voters in our region, but that doesn't mean the problems that prompted its appearance on the ballot last year have gone away.
Editor, I have always planned on returning to my hometown of Hinesville after graduating from college. However, what is happening to our nation and, in particular, our military has caused me to reconsider the future viability and growth of the Hinesville area and, more importantly, the future of our nation.
My house just became a much more positive place. My husband and I usually do watch what we say when my daughter is around, but now I have iron-clad proof that she is always listening, watching and, more importantly, mimicking. Now that we know this, exclaiming, "Oh, fiddlesticks!" is about the only thing that is still permissible in our family.
Military life is surrounded by the grey clouds of deployment, the sunny days of returns and little is mentioned of the rest.
There are so many wonderful experiences at Christmas, but the accumulation of trash and waste is not one of them.
It was during mid-flight, perhaps somewhere over Virginia, that a thought hit me and I suddenly turned in excitement toward my husband, Tink.
Dear Santa, I know some people may think I'm crazy for writing this letter, but I believe God will find a way for Santa to hear my wish.
I believe in Christmas.
People usually are nicer and friendlier during the holidays. It is a wonderful time of the year! The downside, though, is that it also is one of the trashiest times of the year.
A friend was talking about a hail and farewell she recently attended. She laughed about the farewell of a junior officer, about whom it was widely known (even to him) that he was somewhat worthless to his unit, never knew which way was up and always was two steps behind.
There's nothing glamorous about being a farmer, nothing charming, little endearing and certainly few things easy about it. It is either a calling or a curse, depending on how one looks at it. Some are born into it and some just can't find a way to escape it, because it's all they've ever known.
I often think about how nice it would be to have a break from all my familial responsibilities for just one night. I dream of a quiet evening alone - no dinner to cook, no lunches to pack, no dishes to wash, no whiny pets to walk and feed, no toddler to bathe and put to bed, and no intermittent wakeups throughout the night to soothe said toddler, supply milk and coax her back to bed.
'Outlook unclear, ask again later'
The white South African system of apartheid was a brutal, cynical system of racial segregation that was becoming increasingly unsustainable and most observers believed it could end in only one way - massive bloodshed.
Imagine filling up your gas tank and realizing that the price you were charged was more than the price advertised. What would you do?
For many of us, it's that special time of the year - the time when you get notification for renewal from your health-care insurance provider.