My husband loves watching the Cooking Channel. He often tries some recipe he has seen or asks me to look it up on the Internet and print it out for him.
Shortly after the end of World War II, a pair of allergists gave some medication to a patient suffering from hives. Surprisingly, the patient reported her lifelong battle with carsickness had disappeared. After follow-up testing, Dramamine quickly became standard issue for fighting motion sickness.
Last week's column discussed the political tradeoffs made by black politicians and civil rights organizations that condemn whole generations of black youngsters to failing schools (http://tinyurl.com/6mmlsf). Similar political tradeoffs in labor markets condemn many blacks, particularly black youths, to high rates of unemployment and reduced economic opportunities. Let's look at this, starting with a few historical facts.
Candidate debates have created many memorable moments in American history, many of them arising from the televised debates of the 20th and 21st centuries.
The news this week of two arrests in the case of a 12-year-old suicide is a reminder of how middle school drama can go awry.
Five years ago, my husband and I moved to Covington. My only knowledge of Covington was that the TV drama "In the Heat of the Night" was filmed here. I watched that show at every opportunity; I even came to an auction of articles from the show once.
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.
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.
Donald Trump's tweet Tuesday of this week puts it all in perspective, "@realDonaldTrump: With Spitzer & Anthony Weiner running for office, New York is pervert central! Pathetic."
If you were SPAM, you'd be 76 years old this year, and plenty of jokes suggest that what comes out of a can of SPAM is about that old.
There is no way I could produce such pithy and thought-provoking essays each week without the help of my columnist commandos.
My Macon granddaughters are still with me this week. This week they and my two Covington granddaughters are attending Art Camp on the square at the Southern Heartland Gallery.
Recent opinion polls demonstrate a deepening distrust of the federal government. That's not an altogether bad thing.
When Americans celebrate Independence Day on July 4, we commemorate the adoption of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776. In reality, the declaration wasn't the spark that lit the fuse of the American Revolution; the first shots were fired in Concord and Lexington more than a year before.