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.
Kids and canines love snow. Cats and codgers like myself have less use for it. Our Maine coon cat, Hades, ran out the back door to our home Sunday night when I was looking out at the falling ice pellets covering our deck. He knows he's not supposed to go out at night (possums here are twice his size), and he thought he'd pulled off some great escape, until halfway down ...
To Nicholas Wansley and Brian and Thomas Yarbrough: If my abacus is working properly, this is the 12th year I have dispensed some grandfatherly advice to you in the hopes that something I tell you will be helpful as you step out into a world that looks a lot more complicated than the one I encountered at your age. When I first started this annual correspondence, you were learning to ride ...
"My first memory of a congressional swearing in dates to Jan. 3, 1979, when members of the 96th Congress took the oath. My father, Newt Gingrich, was among them. After losses in 1974 and 1976, he had finally won the seat for Georgia's 6th Congressional District, to become the sole Republican congressman or senator from Georgia.
And a pleasant Sunday morning to one and all. I'll make this one short, sweet, simple and to the point.
It's a good thing I'm writing this column on deadline after a rare good night's sleep. You would have found me in a groggy state and bad mood otherwise.
We here at The Covington News strive to be your go-to source for what's happening around Newton County.
Oh great. Now, the Obama administration is getting involved in public education in Georgia.
Here we are, ringing in yet another New Year. It's time for the annual wringing of hands at remembrances of ironclad resolutions made 12 months ago which somehow went unfulfilled. I planned to drop 60 pounds in 2010, but the scales report a 10-pound gain. The scales are probably wrong, after all, they're made in China. Obviously, something was lost in translation, although my girth is evidence of what was not. ...
If you're really into organization, if you're really into time management, if you really believe that "to everything there is a time and a season," then your Christmas decorations are back in storage in the attic, the Christmas tree has been tagged for the chipper, thank-you notes have been written, and the refrigerator is sparkling and clean, nary a leftover to be found.
Good grief! I haven't gotten used to writing 2010 yet and 2011 is here.
I don't know about you, but I'm really looking forward to Saturday.
I've wished for a white Christmas so many times it seems unreal that it may actually happen today.
When I was growing up in Porterdale, we had Christmas programs with folks singing all the Christmas carols in the gym. There was a huge tree in the center of the floor. It was a beautiful site.
As in most small cities, our downtown has experienced a sharp turnover in businesses in recent years. Retail businesses in small towns have faced competition from shopping centers with convenient parking and a greater variety of merchandise.
Thirteen years ago, before 8,000 teachers in Louisiana's capitol city, I watched in amazement as East Harlem public school teacher Kay Toliver held all in awe with a two-hour demonstration of effective teaching strategies combined with her commitment to the human touch in teaching. Two years ago, in Williamsburg, Va., I observed this same 30-year classroom veteran as she stressed her long-held belief that "powerful teaching includes the human touch."