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.
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.
When did moving become so difficult? In college, I could pack everything I owned in my little MG and move from dorm to apartment to home with no sweat. Fifteen years later, I packed the barest of necessities in a new Volvo and moved to Tennessee. Well those easy days are gone. We just moved, and it took two huge trucks and more boxes than I could count. We packed, we packed some ...
The media has focused on the Atlanta Public School cheating scandal. How the media loves a scandal. It will pass on to the next scandal, criminal trial or "wake up call" soon enough. Before it does, though, there are some valuable lessons in the Atlanta scandal. First, the number of educators charged cheating is 178, of which some 82 have confessed to cheating. That sounds and is bad. But that's a small percentage of the ...
I remember the sunrise on a crisp, cold Tuesday some 25 years ago. My wife and I were both teaching at old Sharp Middle School, and were renting one of our fondest memories at 6107 Floyd St., next door to one of the grandest couples who ever graced Covington, the late Charlie and Audrey Smith. My wife had already gone to school in our 1971 Oldsmobile Delta 88, the springs of which had long since ...
It was my freshman year of high school. My mother, sister and I had recently moved back to Carrollton, Ga. It may have been social studies, or it may have been biology, the subject does not matter, it was the life lesson that I learned that does.
It is hard to understand politics if you are hung up on reality. What matters in politics is what you can get the voters to believe, whether it bears any resemblance to reality or not.
I own a vacation home in Dawson County - Big Canoe to be exact. Every year, we get a bill for property taxes and it is paid promptly. If it wasn't, I am afraid someone in the tax office would post my name on the court house door and that my neighbors in Big Canoe would be so horrified they wouldn't make eye contact when I waved at them.
Our system of government and law is a messy, awful/wonderful thing, simultaneously wondrous and puzzling.
The numbers are impressive. In the past week we had 118 stories and items on what's happening in Newton County in the pages of The Covington News. There were 93 images of folks, too, the good, such as a photo of the summer enrichment program at Bethlehem Baptist Church, and the not so good, such as the mug shots of folks arrested for various offenses in the county. And while The News comes out in ...
My earliest Fourth of July memories include fireworks, flags, barbecue and parades. Not watching parades, being in them.
The Fourth of July may be just a holiday for fireworks to some people. But it was a momentous day for the history of this country and the history of the world.
Exactly a week ago, Covington was bracing for a storm as dusk was coming on. Tree-bending winds whipped through town, thunder made the rafters shudder, and we expected a torrent of rain to follow, possibly a damaging combination of heavy rain and hail and ferocious winds.
Donna and I have rejoined the 21st century. No more weekly trips to the Laundromat: We've bought a washer and dryer. Our little cottage in the woods dates from about 1950, and the washer and dryer connections apparently were added later to the workshop on the carport. The washer has to go in at an angle to fit, but it works. It's hot out there, the spiders are scary, and there's no room to fold ...
I don't think it is an understatement to say that when it comes to public education in Georgia, school teachers don't have much faith in the Legislature.
Our normally chaotic household of five has been reduced to a family of three this week. It has been so very odd, and so unusually quiet, with Eli in Florida with his grandparents and Zach away at camp. Poor little Jonah keeps toddling around, asking for his "Zzzat" and "E-la-la" and I know he must be wondering where the heck they vanished to. Of course, not even two yet, he doesn't understand their absence.
Over the years I often heard my father say that a newspaper was such a resilient business that it would never falter even if he had a monkey as publisher.