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.
in elected office wonder why average Georgians don't trust any level of government. We try to sound sincere and factual when presenting a proposal to citizens. Then we go and do something so outrageous that we should wonder how anyone gets re-elected. Such is the situation with the arbitrary renewal of the highway toll on Georgia 400.
The first ghost I ever saw was, I found out later, my dad, hiding under a sheet, behind a bush, and making scary noises.
What I saw Sunday in Athens was one thing. When I read about it in the Atlanta Journal-Constitution Monday, it was another thing entirely.
Life used to be so simple. Preachers delivered fire and brimstone visions of Hades to scare the pants off people, and comedians pulled down their pants to make people laugh like... well, you know. Both sides lived by the rule that preachers don't throw pies and comedians don't do funerals, but that's all over. My own preacher, Dr. John Beyers, is as good a minister as you'll ever meet, but he's got a character flaw ...
We're getting down to the wire here. The final inspections on our building should be taking place next week, and, God-willing, we'll be able to move in on Oct. 17 with a service that starts at the school we've been using and ends at the new place. Just about everything is done, or well on its way. You can probably guess the last item on the to-do list. It's the same as the first item was: Pray.
Five years ago this week, I was in Iraq in a dirty, foreboding piece of real estate known as "The Triangle of Death." That is not a misnomer. I almost found out the hard way.
Pay attention to the constitutional amendments We've been concentrating so closely on the governor's race that it's easy to forget several amendments to the state constitution will also be decided by the voters on Nov. 2. Constitutional amendments can be confusing for a non-lawyer to understand and they are sometimes misleadingly worded when they appear on the ballot. But at least one amendment could be a matter of life or death. <p ...
The latest campaign tactic is for President Barack Obama to meet ordinary Americans in their backyards to discuss the happenings of our country.
When I was young, my parents tried to guard me against traumatic exposure to death.
President Obama wants to make the Internet "safe for wiretappers." To do so would require re-designing the Internet and be worse for all of us. By design, the Internet doesn't work like a telephone. If you write a letter and tear it into three pieces and send one piece down Floyd Street, another down Washington Street and one down Highway 278, that is how the Internet sends messages. When your message arrives, all the pieces are put together. Just like the Internet.
It was an easy four-hour drive to Charleston last weekend. Bob was off to Darlington, S.C., to drive a friend's race car, so I headed out for a visit with my friend Nathalie Dupree and her husband Jack Bass, the South Carolina historian and author. Supper was ready when I walked in the door, a plate full of vegetables and salads, one of mixed rice, lady peas, grilled peaches and light vinaigrette. Her new thing ...
The invitation arrived via e-mail with a quote attributed to Abraham Lincoln: "I am a firm believer in the people. If given the truth, they can be depended upon to meet any national crisis. The great point is to bring them the real facts, and beer."
For nearly 12 years, this publication has afforded me the opportunity to write on anything and everything piquing my interest. The world has truly been my oyster, and for that I'm grateful. But one topic has consistently eluded my best efforts, as it's so controversial that one has to tiptoe delicately to avoid misinterpretation. That topic is racial diversity.
When Chelsea Clinton married recently, she was walked down the aisle by her newly svelte dad, Bill, ordered by the former First Daughter to lose 15 pounds by her wedding date. Well, he lost more than that, he told CNN's Wolf Blitzer in an interview aired last Tuesday that he lost some 24 pounds in all. The trick? A totally plant-based diet, no meat and fish only occasionally. That would mean all ...
This isn't going to please those boys and girls with the dark glasses and hearing aids who are always talking to their lapels, but my column commandoes walked right past them the other night to attend the season's first Conversation at the Carter Center, otherwise known as Jimmy Carter's Out-of-Touch-With-Reality Pontifications.