My grandmother - Daddy's mother - sometimes was called "crazy" by others who didn't quite understand her eccentric ways. Of course, in the South, we are proud of such a label because it means that we are interesting and worthy of being the center of coffee-and-cake conversation.
A restaurant's appetizer can influence my decision to make a return visit. Even something as simple as the dry-roasted peanuts I wolf down while waiting for my Five Guys burger is something I consider before deciding which burger joint to visit.
On Sept. 11, 2001, our way of life in the United States changed forever.
The things you learn while surfing the Internet in desperation for column material.
It was an early summer morning, an enchanting time when flowers were blooming, blackberries were spurting to full growth and the birds were happy to have sunny warmth. I had taken myself out to the back porch, where I often settle down to write after I have finished a gentle run.
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, Hinesville Military Affairs Committee's second Veterans Salute was Nov. 1 at Bryant Commons, 438 West Oglethorpe Highway. It was a cold and windy day, but that did not stop or hinder our spirit.
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Editor, The members of Hinesville Military Affairs Committee would like to thank everyone in the community who contributed to the silent auction held during the second annual Veterans Salute on Nov. 1.
This is a story I shared with some of you a couple of years ago, but given the well-deserved tributes this week to our veterans, it seems an appropriate time to share it with all of you. It is about a terrorist; an honest-to-God terrorist. Not only does he not deny the appellation, he's proud of it.
At the Department of Veterans Affairs, we have one of the most noble and inspiring missions in government. I accepted this job and joined this mission to better serve you - our veterans - and improve the delivery of the care and benefits you have earned. It is our privilege to serve you, and I have made clear that as we move forward as a department, we will judge the success of all our efforts against a single metric - the outcomes we provide for veterans.
Over the years, I've crossed paths with many who were extremely successful as well as some who were such miserable failures that, as Mama liked to say, they "ain't worth the breath they draw."
I recently saw a meme posted to a social-media site that said something along the lines of "Having children: Your way of showing the world you no longer intend to be on time - ever."
America Recycles Day is coming up this Saturday and is the only nationally recognized day dedicated to encouraging Americans to recycle and to buy recycled products.
In September 2009, I wrote a letter to the editor that began like this: