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.
I've reached an age of almost knowing about life. Sometimes, I still believe I know nothing, yet I know more than I did the day before yesterday.
I called Junior E. Lee, general manager of the Yarbrough Worldwide Media and Pest Control Co., located in Greater Garfield, Ga., to see what kind of reactions he was getting from the public to the recent shutdown of the federal government.
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.
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.
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 ...