It's confession time - I'm in love.
I am somewhat dismayed by the efforts of Newton County's leadership to change the mailing address of Baxter International.
As a city-bred person, I always thought that life in the country would be idyllic: scenic, slow paced, clean air, healthy living, strong sense of community and more. Well, much of this is true; however, what I didn't know anything about was critters! We have critters here that are like an unending plague. We can control them - but rarely, if ever, get rid of them.
When the phone rang, I knew who was on the other end: Skeeter Skates, owner of Skeeter's Tree Stump Removal and Plow Repair in Greater Metropolitan Pooler. I can't tell you exactly why but the phone always sounds more urgent when Skeeter calls.
I spent two days with my Macon grandchildren in Macon last week while they were on spring break and their parents were working. It was a thoroughly enjoyable experience, but different.
Spring is here, and after we sailed past Good Friday and the risk of frost, it is now planting time! I've bought seeds and pots and I'm ready to plant something.
Last week saw the conclusion of this year's legislative session. In three all-day floor sessions, we considered 22 bills and resolutions, and also worked through more than 40 reviews of amendments and compromise positions between House and Senate versions of bills.
I heard the whoosh of a sliding door and the hurried clip-clop of a man's shoes on the tile floor, but I couldn't see him as the elevator doors closed across my view.
Are women equal to men? Are Jews equal to gentiles? Are blacks equal to Italians, Irish, Polish and other white people?
We are constantly admonished to live in the moment and decried if we appear to be living in the past. The past is behind us and cannot be changed. The future lies ahead, unpredictable and out of our control.
Just last week, I was commiserating with other moms of middle-school teenage girls about the lack of appealing clothing available to teenage girls and the appalling state of girl teenage fashion today.
I want to suggest to you that there are at least four good reasons why Jesus came to earth.
My erstwhile outdoor cat Julianne has gotten used to the good life with a vengeance.
"Cats," one of Broadway's longest-running musicals, was playing at the Fox Theatre some years ago. Friends proposed a night out, and I accepted, despite not feeling even the least bit warm and fuzzy toward the subject cats, to put it mildly. Not long into it, I walked out. A stage full of human beings crawling about on all fours in cat costumes just didn't cut it, gave me heebie-jeebies, in fact.
The Newton County Buy Local initiative is gaining momentum. In recent years, the community has come to understand the incremental impact of voting locally with their consumer dollars that help build a stronger local retail economy. In turn, this makes Newton County a more viable and desirable location for retail investment. Testimony to this fact is the announcement in the past few months of Cracker Barrel's decision to develop a new store, the ...
I've got a new home. Donna and I have found a cottage that's in the heart of Oxford but feels as if it's in some fairy tale forest. It's a hidden getaway. The hardwoods have spread a multicolor carpet on the roof and lawn and the landscape shrubbery fronting the roadway has gone decades unclipped so it's hard to tell there's a house there at all. Critters seem to ignore the house's existence. I ...
Thanksgiving is that time of year when we consider our manifold blessings, not the least of which is that the bald eagle won out as America's national bird. Ben Franklin proposed the turkey to symbolize the nation, and if the turkey was now protected, who knows what we'd be baking and slathering with giblet gravy on Thursday.
This column is in response to several previous letters that have been submitted to The Covington News, to clarify what the facts are about the impact to our community concerning the film industry presence in Newton County.
I rejoiced with drunkenness those who said to me, "Let us go to the house of the Lord" (Psalm 122:1).
It looks like the midterm elections are going to lead to a witch hunt for government waste.
I'm joining the raggedy-looking corps arrayed on the fringes of society who claim the end is nigh.
Rats. It looks as though I have not been selected to be a member of Gov.-elect Nathan Deal's transition team.
It's easy to become deskbound at the workplace, but Saturday, The Covington News hit the road.
Georgia's recent gubernatorial race was a no-win situation. I pretty much felt that I was choosing between the lesser of two evils.
Yes, it's bad out there. People are hurting. Families are in crisis. No job, no home, no food. On a recent Monday, the clients' waiting room at the Community Food Pantry was standing-room only. FaithWorks just next door has cut its days of operation back due to the lack of financial resources to help more folks with rent and utilities.
Until the recent FedEx terrorism scare I never realized how cheap and easy it is to be an international terrorist.
The power of one" is almost a modern-day mantra. There's the power of one person to make a difference. ("Just do it," says Nike.) There's the power of one person to save a life or to change the life of another, thereby justifying the first person's entire life, we've been told, and it's true. There's the power of just one vote to turn an election, the cry is heard. (Hardly. ...
My hero and professional role model, Chicago Tribune's Mike Royko, had an astounding piece recently. According to Royko, at an auto plant in Normal, Illinois, an executive asked the company that ran the plant's cafeteria to offer some more variety.