Bummer. I just learned that I did not win the Nobel Peace Prize again this year. This is getting old. I was so confident this time that I had my tuxedo pressed and new laces put in my Converse Chuck Taylor All-Star high-top sneakers.
The political disappointments in today's government abound. The national debt is out of control, the ideological divides are gaping, and the government has been shut down for more than a week. The average person has not yet felt the effects of the shutdown, but the concern for our nation's future is clear. Just about everyone has an opinion, but it's hard to find the real factors that must be considered in the current economic environment.
My recent "do-it-yourself" oil change debacle brought me to a painful crossroads: Do I keep fiddling with this myself, or do I let a professional help me?
Not long ago, the conventional wisdom in official Washington held that the so-called sequester spending cuts would be a disaster for the Republican Party. People were expected to rise up in vehement protest once the "cuts" went into effect.
Tradeoffs apply to our economic lives as well as our political lives. That means that getting more of one thing requires giving up something else. Let's look at some examples.
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?"
The current budget impasse might have made you a bit blue. Ups and downs are normal in life, but when the potential of a debt default is the news, it's easy to forget the ups.
After a friend told me she had waited 3½ hours recently to get her Georgia driver's license renewed and then had to deal with a clerk that could have passed for a robot - and an unhelpful one, at that - I thought this to be a typical example of a bunch of government bureaucrats who don't care because they don't have to.
The World War II Memorial in Washington, D.C., was barricaded following the government shutdown, yet veterans of the Greatest Generation have ignored the law by breaking down fortifications and forcing entry into the Memorial.
The seven deadly sins are pride, envy, gluttony, lust, anger, greed and sloth. I'll admit to gluttony, especially when chocolate is involved.
Many people have expressed to me that Bill O'Reilly really nailed the "black community's" problems in a Talking Points Memo recently.
I remember bringing my son home from the hospital, this huge, nearly 10-pound baby who terrified me, but also filled my heart with a ridiculous amount of love.
If we put ourselves into the shoes of racists who seek to sabotage black upward mobility, we couldn't develop a more effective agenda than that followed by civil rights organizations, black politicians, academics, liberals and the news media.
It's no secret that both political parties are struggling to connect with voters. Strategists dream up marketing plans to increase their party's appeal to this constituency or that group. Sometimes they work, and sometimes they don't. But they never establish a deep and lasting connection with voters.
Charles Wilborn, such a gentlemen and a man who always had encouraging words! I moved to Newton County in 1987 to launch a new business venture. The Covington Shopper was formed that year, as were numerous friendships. Joining the Chamber of Commerce was one of our first steps to meeting new folks in Covington: to name a few, Dick James, Danny Stone, Bill Hardy, Betty Shaw, Davis Morgan, Janet Goodman, and Mr. Charles Wilborn! Charles ...
It's been a strange week. My sister and I passed the coursework and pool portion for open-water scuba diving, my son turned 12, and my mother ended up in ICU. You can plan as much as you like, but oftentimes life happens, and not as you might have planned.
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.