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.
OK, folks, it's Wednesday evening, and I'm looking toward a Thursday deadline with no good column topic in mind. Nothing. Nada. Zip. I'm wandering in the desert seeing nothing on the horizon. Panic may set in soon. At the same time, I'm cooking supper that includes beautiful wild chanterelle mushrooms, handpicked by our friends Janet and Mark on their lovely acreage in the country. They ate them last week and didn't die. ...
As they moved through the first week of their general election campaign for governor, Nathan Deal and Roy Barnes focused their attention on this burning issue: the proposed construction of a mosque two blocks from the site of the 2001 terrorist attacks in New York City.
If you find any dead squirrels in my backyard, it is because they have laughed themselves to death.
There are few things sadder than girls being mean to girls. Boys seem to be able to slough off slights and events, pick up the ball and play again. Girls tend to hold grudges longer, become more self-conscious and end up creating divisions between each other.
As the 20th century closed I was still toiling as a middle school social studies teacher. I recall archaeologists, in 1999, unearthing pottery shards in a remote area of Pakistan. Primitive writings evident thereupon were carbon-dated to approximately 5500 B.C., and linguists subsequently determined the etchings originated within the extinct Indus civilization.
I've never told anyone this before. I turned down Robert Redford - not once but several times. Oh, his pleadings were sincere. And passionate. He dangled beautiful possibilities before me, were I to return his ardor, but waxed equally eloquent about the sadness and wasted opportunities, were I not to respond. I savored each distinctive flourish of his signature. I imagined him at his desk in the mountains of Utah, picking each ...
Congratulations, dear reader. Silly Season, aka, the 2010 political campaign, is nearing the end. Most of the wannabes have been shunted aside and we are in the short days of the campaign. On Nov. 2, it will all be over. Can December come soon enough?
Our campaign for the Georgia Public Service Commission came to an end on August 10 when Tim Echols garnered 52 percent of the vote. Between May 1 and Aug. 10, we drove nearly 20,000 miles across Georgia, met wonderful people and shared our ideas on making this state better for all of us. Working hard to have been the first Newton County resident elected statewide was both gratifying, rewarding and eye opening, ...
I'm a planner. When I worked in finance, I loved planning the budget process - how would it unfold, who would be involved, how we would ensure we met our target. I was most satisfied when we had made all the plans and were ready to begin.
Remember the nursery rhyme of three blind mice? The children's fable of three little pigs? Perchance, might you recall "The Three Stooges?" If not, evidence suggests that all of them now serve as elected officials.
My head is spinning. I'm caught up in a vortex of seasons that have become indistinguishable because of the speed of their circling around me. They all seem to blend into one, with no beginning or end. I don't know where I am or where I'm going. Might you have the same feeling this time of year?
"This debt is like a cancer. It's truly going to destroy the country from within." These two sobering words were spoken by the heads of President Barack Obama's national debt commission as reported by the Atlanta Journal Constitution. The 2011 federal debt is estimated to amount to $47,000 for every U.S. resident or $14 trillion. Nine-hundred twenty billion in U.S. IOUs is held by China.
Once upon a time, way back in 1969, this tender, sheltered kid from a really small town went off to school, landing in Statesboro. That's where Georgia Southern College, a tiny camp of some 6,000 students, was located. And that was it. There wasn't even a McDonald's! Fast food was an emporium on Fair Road called Burger Chef. No kidding.
Do you ever wonder why children aren't completely insane by the time they're adults?
I never thought the days of "separate but equal" would return. It was well settled that Plessy vs. Ferguson (1896) was bad law. I wake up one morning to find that both liberals and conservatives both support "separate but equal," at least for Muslims.