We find ourselves today suspended between the two holidays in the whole long year that speak most loudly and consistently to the concept of hope: Christmas and New Year's.
In just five days, we'll be sitting down – again – to a holiday table laden with the kinds of foods that make lifelong memories. It won't be Christmas without turkey and ham, sweet potato casserole with marshmallows, green beans, mashed potatoes, cornbread dressing and gravy as only a grandmother can make, cranberry salad, squash casserole with cheese, caramelized Brussels sprouts, baked oysters, and warm yeast rolls.
Our book club settled into a cozy conversational circle Monday night at one member's beautiful home, lovingly decorated for Christmas. Cheese and crackers were passed, and everyone had a glass of wine at hand.
Newborn babies see only black and white - and shades of gray. Their ability to see pastels and primary colors develops over months.
A thinking person could easily believe we're going crazy in this country. For example, the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) is seriously considering lifting the ban on cellphone usage in planes flying above 10,000 feet.
You know they're coming. There's no place to run, there's no place to hide, and they'll come whether you're ready or not.
Chris Smith won unopposed in November 2009 for an East Ward city council seat. The election date, he says, was exactly 150 years after his great-grandfather Robinson won the same seat. His grandfather, Carl Smith, was next on city council, followed by Carl's son, Billy, Chris's father.
You may be a taphophile and not know it, unless you know the meaning of the word. A taphophile is someone interested in, perhaps obsessively so, cemeteries, headstones, funerals and epitaphs. "Tombstone tourist" is another way of putting it.
Season creep is in full swing. It's that unique point in the year when three badly timed holidays - Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas - battle for shelf space and our always-limited attention.
My sister recently had surgery for a deviated septum and came home with splints up her nose and a bandage designed by an architect. A couple of days later, her 4-year-old grandson walked in the door, took a look and said, "Looks like you had a bad day." Indeed.
Candidate debates have created many memorable moments in American history, many of them arising from the televised debates of the 20th and 21st centuries.
When was the last time you felt really stupid? Stupid, as in, "I wish I were invisible." Stupid, as in, "What was I thinking?" Stupid, as in, "I must have been out of my mind." Or stupid, as in, "I didn't really say that, did I?"
"A community needs news for the same reason that a man needs eyes," said British journalist Dame Rebecca West. "It has to see where it is going." On most days, however, I don't want to go where the news says we're going.
This week, an AJC poll showed 48 percent of Georgians support same sex marriage, while 43 oppose it. About nine percent either "don't know" or gave no answer when asked. The strongest support comes from 18- to 39-year-old people, while 59 percent of those over 65 are opposed.
America faces a stark confluence of issues. On one hand, we face rising levels of overweight and obese adults, toddlers, children and adolescents that threaten our future in many ways.