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.
Two of my favorite school teachers, grandson Nicholas Wansley and Mandy Bragg, were married last week. It was a beautiful and moving ceremony. I pray their marriage will be as happy as they, their families and friends were on that special day.
Maybe it's a general character flaw shared by many, but I hate to get rid of a cherished old car, no matter how much trouble it causes me.
It has been 27 years since he passed away and not a day goes by that I don't miss him terribly, especially on Father's Day.
Now that summer is upon us it is time to seek out reading material we know as the beach read, the fun novels that have no other purpose than to entertain us.
The touching and, perhaps, true story regarding the origination of Father's Day celebrations in America goes back to the little town of Fairmont, W.Va. There, at the behest of a Mrs. Grace Golden, a ceremony was held on July 5, 1908 honoring some 210 fathers who had been tragically lost in the Monongah Mining Disaster of December 6, 1907.
2011 will be known as "the year agriculture went out in Georgia." Crops are going to rot in the fields for lack of farm workers. That's a possibility of Georgia's new immigration law, which, among other things, lets police check the immigration status of suspects who don't show proper ID and to turn over anyone found to be here illegally to federal authorities. Georgia growers have said that the law will scare away Hispanic migrant ...
Ah, Summer! Well, almost. Our spring has been a hot and dry one, a foretaste of a typical Georgia summer. We know what we're in for: endless heat, record-breaking temperatures, drought that's more and more a seasonal reality. But then there are blessings such as the bounty of fruits and vegetables our local farmers are producing for us, freedom from the classroom, freedom to indulge in purely pleasurable activities like swimming every day, camping, the ...
Dear brothers and sisters, I close my letter with these last words: Be joyful. Grow to maturity. Encourage each other. Live in harmony and peace. Then the God of love and peace will be with you. Greet each other with Christian love. All of God's people here send you their greetings.
"Our Father, who art in heaven..." Doubtless, you're familiar with that beginning to probably the most famous of Christian prayers.
Fireflies are out in force at twilight the past few nights. My deck in Oxford has been firefly central. The woods have been aglow for about two hours each night around sunset. There are literally hundreds of them lighting up our backyard. Even Sophie the granddog has been sitting up there with us and watching the bugs instead of looking for frogs to chase in the ivy. It's the best show in town, and it's ...
When I heard Newt Gingrich's campaign staff had resigned, I called the premier political analyst in the country to get the low-down on what really happened. That would be Junior E. Lee, general manager of the Yarbrough Worldwide Media and Pest Control Company, located in Greater Garfield, Georgia. Junior had just finished spraying for termites at Arveen Ridley's place and was washing up when I got him. "Junior," I exclaimed, "what ...
The late afternoon sun sparkled brightly across the crystal blue swimming pool. Tree frogs croaked lazily from the surrounding forest, and the air smelled of fresh, clean chlorine. It was hot, much hotter than June should be, and we were all beyond ready to dive in.
Maybe it's because I'm in my mid-40s and part of what a friend from college calls the sandwich generation, helping out with both our children and our parents, but I am once again thinking through what it means to succeed or, in the language of sports and politics, what it means to win.
Gather 'round, readers, and you shall hear a corollary to Sarah Palin's butchered tale of Paul Revere. The former Alaska governor opined that the famous ride was to warn those in power - the British - of an uprising.
I bet you're about to hit the beach for your annual summer vacation! Well, I am too, and I know the secret to a successful trip.