In years gone by, a woman in America who wasn't married between ages 18 and 25 was known as an "old maid."
I have some good news and some bad news. I read in the paper recently about a proposed venture to send people to Mars. The good news is that it will be a one-way trip. The bad news is that the launch isn't scheduled until 2022, meaning anybody dumb enough to consider the idea of going to Mars and staying there will be hanging around for another nine years on our planet and lowering the collective IQ for the rest of us. Bummer.
He is probably the most recognized veteran in the state of Georgia. His accomplishments and awards would fill a newspaper. One hundred or more hours is a typical workweek.
Many news stories have noted the importance of getting young, healthy people to sign up for insurance on the exchanges created by President Obama's health care law. The Washington Post's Ezra Klein reported that the White House considers this the single most important factor in making the law work.
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.
From my Spanish-speaking friends, I have learned about the Day of the Dead, a Mexican holiday that is celebrated not only throughout Mexico, but also around the world and in other cultures.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
As I've documented in the past, many leftist teachers teach our youngsters to hate our country.
Many reporters caught up in the bizarre world of official Washington have written extensively on political tactics and implications of the so-called government shutdown and disastrous launch of HealthCare.gov. Typical was a New York Times headline that blared ''Republicans, Sensing Weakness in Health Law Rollout, Switch Tactics.''
It's really hard to hear people sometimes, isn't it?
I've written extensively over the past several weeks that we, the voters, need to be vigilant and suspicious of the current political atmosphere.
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.
When our oldest child was an infant, I talked to her nonstop. It was an ongoing monologue, a narrative of her life in progress. Topics included what we were doing, where we were going, what I was dressing her in, what the weather was like and what was happening next.
Though I have been retired from teaching for almost 13 years, I still work part time. I stay busy, and I sometimes wonder how I ever got anything done while I worked full time, especially when I had children at home.
I, as well as most Americans, have been watching the unfolding of the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act, also known as "Obamacare," on a daily asis. It truly is a moving vehicle.
I read recently in the Atlanta newspapers that our intrepid public servants just keep on going - on trips, that is.
I'm not trying to move in on Heloise's turf, offering snappy "household hints" to my readers, but we're chasing dust bunnies and candy wrappers with our vacuum cleaner, and I wanted to share a few of my own cleaning tricks.
I heard a defense attorney say that while she believed in the jury process and felt that they had reached the right decision, "George Zimmerman being found not guilty does not mean he is innocent."
In years gone by, anything the heart desired could be found around our bustling square. The late Louise Kitchens, who would be perhaps 100 now, provides proof in "My Memories of Covington as a Child," written in 1980. My mom shared her copy with me. Mrs. Kitchens and her husband Fred ran a grocery and meat market in a small building that once stood behind the Masonic Building facing Pace Street. Her account cites history ...
This has been the wettest spring and early summer that I can remember. Or maybe it just seems so because we had gone previously through about five years of drought.
Sixty-four percent of Americans say that it's possible to have an honest discussion about race in America. I would like to believe that, but I am skeptical.
If you try hard, you might recall the beauty of a bright blue sky studded with big, puffy white clouds, both missing for weeks. But look around and revel in the rainbow of colors that summer brings, rain or shine: lemony daylilies, rosy crepe myrtles, shiny red tomatoes, bold yellow squash, massed purple petunias and verbena, golden marigolds, the look-at-me colors of Gerbera daisies, inky blue blueberries, the quietly alluring pink, blue and lavender of ...
Currently 20 of the 100 U.S. senators are women, as are 78 of the 435 representatives, for a grand total of 18 percent of congressional seats.
After much posturing, the General Assembly passed a sleeves-out-of-their-vests piece of legislation on lobbying reform in the last session and wants us to believe it has answered our concerns. Not so.
My two weeks of grandchildren-sitting are over. I have about gotten my house back in order. There are still a few things I cannot find, but I am sure I will soon run into them. I have changed all the beds and washed and dried loads of laundry. The golf cart is having a well-deserved rest. I was beginning to wonder if it would survive. The four grandchildren like to ride it around and around ...
I had a bit of time to burn last week and wasn't totally sure what I'd do with my short taste of freedom, so one of my friends asked, "Don't you have a 'Honey Do' list?"
As if more evidence were needed about the tragedy of black education, Rachel Jeantel, a witness for the prosecution in the George Zimmerman murder trial, put a face on it for the nation to see.
By now, you may have seen the news that I will run this fall for a seat on the Covington City Council. That means this will be my last column … for a while.