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.
It was as ugly as a warthog, but for the 11th time in the past 12 years, 38 of the past 50, and 65 out of 108, the University of Georgia -the oldest state-chartered university in the nation, located in Athens, the Classic City of the South -bested You-Know-Where Institute of Technology for the state football championship, 41-34.
Over lunch the other day with friends - all in the newspaper business - I mentioned that I occasionally speak at writers' conferences.
Let's start with the obvious: A democracy needs intelligence agencies. It needs to know what's happening in the world - and understand the plans of allies and enemies - to keep the nation prepared and secure.
My attempts at making more mom friends still are failing miserably. At this point, I'd probably try an online "matchmaking" site for women with children who are looking to befriend other women with children. Sort of like eHarmony, but with sippy cups and strollers. Actually, that sounds like a great idea because then I'd get to be very picky with my criteria, thus reducing the chances I'd get "matched up" with another mom I have absolutely nothing in common with, which has kind of been my problem so far.
This is a wonderful time of the year! It is a great time to share your Christmas cheer with folks that you normally might take for granted.
The holiday season is suddenly upon us. Tree lots are full, Christmas candies are out in full force and the Black Friday sales are taunting us at every turn.
Editor, Mark your calendars, dress the young'uns, pack up the car and head east because Liberty County's east end is coming alive Saturday, Dec. 7.
No one likes to hear "I told you so…"
If New Year's is a time to regroup and look toward the upcoming year, then Thanksgiving is a time to gather and reflect on the year that has passed. In our family, it is a time when we thank the good Lord for both the heartaches and the blessings.
We did it for four years while I was a member of the planning and zoning board of the city of Pooler. We did it for 11 years while I was serving as either Pooler mayor pro tem or mayor. And we've done it for the past nine years while I've served in the state Legislature.
Editor, I'm writing to praise all of those who planned and carried out the Bradwell Institute Old Lions reunion Saturday, Nov. 16, at the Dorchester Village Civic Center.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
We have so much to be thankful for. It is really easy when we become adults to get a little cynical. It becomes a little too easy to see what is wrong and forget about all the things that are right that we take for granted every day.
Somehow I ran across an out-of-print book called "The Last Lap." Now 15 years old, it tells an intriguing, timeless tale of the early days of America's first stock-car racers.
Before I had a child, there were a few things I noticed parents doing that really annoyed me, and I swore I would never do those things if and when I became a mother. For the most part, I've been diligent about sticking to my guns.