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.
What's a state to do when the federal surface transportation program heads toward its Sept. 1 expiration date with little promise of a new transportation bill, and the Federal Highway Trust Fund's expenditures outpace tax receipts about $1.25 billion a month?
Voter turnout was abysmal during last month's primaries, despite important races for governor and both the First Congressional District and one of Georgia's two seats in the Senate. Statewide, less than 20 percent of registered voters participated. In Liberty County, that number was even lower - only 17.6 percent of the county's 24,733 registered voters bothered to exercise their right to help elect their leaders.
Mama used to fry biscuits. If you had known Mama, that wouldn't surprise you, because she fried every food possible. In the course of her life, I knew her to fry green beans, corn, grits and cornmeal mush.
I wish toddler enthusiasm was infectious. I love seeing my 2-year-old daughter happy about anything and, to an extent, her elation at simple things does wear off on me. However, it would be nice if I could get as excited about anything in life - anything at all - as Reese does about blowing bubbles. Or sitting in a wading pool in the backyard. Or getting a taste of apple juice that hasn't been cut with water to reduce the sugar content.
MOULTRIE - I recently tried to make a phone call to a company to address an issue relative to my profession. As I would expect, I got a recording. This is the world we live in today.
Editor, On April 21, the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency and the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers published a proposal in the federal register that would greatly expand the authority of the federal government to regulate water and wet areas on private property.
I have said it before, but it bears repeating: If I don't qualify for Heaven - a distinct possibility - my preferred alternates are (a) Athens, Georgia, on a crisp fall Saturday afternoon; (b) Athens, Georgia, on a warm spring day or (c) Athens, Georgia, on any day.
Editor, The federal government is at it again. Earlier this month, the Environmental Protection Agency released new rules regarding greenhouse-gas emissions for existing power plants. The EPA is forcing electric companies to cut their emissions 30 percent by 2030. Although this is 16 years away, the power plants will have to start making changes now to meet that requirement. Coal provides almost half of Georgia's electrical power.
There are many things I love about the South. Southerners are fiercely patriotic. We're neighborly. We're storytellers without equal. We're unabashedly and unapologetically faithful. We're proudly hospitable. But here's what I love just a little bit better than all the rest: We believe mightily in courtesy and manners.
Politically speaking, perhaps the biggest news story last week was the historic loss of U.S. House Majority Leader Eric Cantor in a primary election.
Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there. It seems to me that there once was a time - now, this was decades ago, mind you - when, if a father did anything out of the ordinary, he was commended and praised for going above and beyond.
Understanding stormwater pollution actually is quite simple. When it rains, it pours, and when it pours, the storm-water process is set in motion.
MOULTRIE - I seldom watch fishing shows on television. For one thing, if you see someone catch one fish, then you've pretty much seen him catch them all. It's not like he's going to accidentally pull up a sunken treasure chest or a mermaid. Give or take a few ounces, it's going to be the same fish.
If I die anytime soon - and I have no plans to do so at the moment - please see that the first paragraph of my obituary reads, "He was past president of the University of Georgia National Alumni Association." You can save for later paragraphs the part about my being often mistaken for Brad Pitt and my uncanny ability to put commas where they don't belong.
"It's a funny thing." That's what Mama used to say when something baffled her. Like Mama, I prefer that things make sense. Otherwise, I'll ponder, figure, study and try to decipher that funny thing until it's somewhat sensible.
Are you ready to make a difference this fall? Then consider volunteering this month for our ninth annual Rivers Alive in Liberty County.
I imagine, from time to time, you all get tired of reading about my adventures in toddler town and would like to hear from other parents. So, as you can imagine, I was thrilled when Hinesville Public Relations Manager Krystal Britton Hart took me up on my offer to guest write this week's column. Krystal has two daughters herself, one of whom is the same age as my daughter, Reese. I enjoy comparing notes and talking with her, and I'm sure our readers will be as interested in hearing what she has to say as I am. Enjoy!