I have always loved Christmas and its traditions; even as I have grown older, I find that really deep in my heart I still believe in Santa Claus and the spirit of the whole season, and I just can't wait until I see the "Frosty the Snowman" and "Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer" re-runs at this time of year.
Back when we had to chase our food for dinner, calorie-dense fats and sugars were a rare find. We were (and still are) programmed to eat until satiation. This is a survival instinct that guarded against the possibility of starvation tomorrow. When we ran around scrounging for dinner in the savannah, say 80,000 years ago, food was scarce and great physical effort was required to survive.
It wasn't the best week to be out of commission. Then again, is there ever a good time for a mother to get sick? Few moms have the luxury of looking at the calendar and deciding, "You know what? The next ten days, I'm not doing a thing. Sorry, kids - you're on your own." Unless a family is wealthy enough to have a paid staff - a ...
I was scooting about town the other day and listening to one of the "oldies" stations, when the song "Moon River" played, which got me reminiscing about my first date.
Seventh graders are self-conscious, like to work in groups, and are beginning to have a greater appreciation and understanding of literature, according to a report by the Georgia Department of Education.
"When I was a little girl, we walked out to the cotton field early in the morning with the sun shining pretty on the land." From "Oh Lord, I Wish I Was a Buzzard" by Polly Greenberg My grandmother grew up sharecropping just south of Tupelo, Miss., picking cotton with her siblings and parents. Her older sister married and moved to Porterdale for the promise of work at a cotton mill, and one-by-one the family ...
If you're my friend on Facebook, you saw my declaration that this week's column would be about anything but the election. But as I sat down to write, I found that was the only real topic ping-ponging around my mind. Well, that and my need to mop the floor. I couldn't build a column around mopping, so please forgive me for reneging on my promise.
Recently I revived some columns I wrote when I was in Arizona working with Hospice. If you are interested they run in the community section of our Web site covnews.com.
Ever have one of those "Aha" moments when you suddenly see the solution to have a difficult problem, or when you gain some precious insight into an issue? Most of us have experienced that pleasant feeling when a mental light bulb goes off and something makes such obvious sense to us we wonder why we didn't notice it before. But what is it that happens in the mind that produces this eureka moment, this "click" of understanding?
I haven't been to a Halloween party in years and this year is no exception.
At first glance, she's an ordinary second grader. Her shoes are untied, tiny lamb earrings dangle from each ear, and she's doing a precarious balancing act on her dad's rolling chair while doing math homework. Ava Teasley shows me her work, using addition to check double digit subtraction, and declares that science is a better subject. Butterflies, ladybugs, flies, and bees top her list of favorite science topics, and she quickly ...
Last month, a group of local business and school leaders and Social Circle High School students witnessed a retirement ceremony for an American flag that had flown over the campus. The Redskins Battalion of JROTC, under the leadership of Major Mark Robinson and SSG Michael Marchese, conducted this educational ceremony, providing a lesson in patriotism and flag etiquette.
SUVs. Muscle cars. Jansport bookbags. Izod shirts. Big hair. Letterman jackets. A popular athlete's letterman jacket. Tight rolled jeans. Low waist lines.
Many of us have had a substantial thump to the head at one time or another. Maybe it was in an automobile accident that we clobbered or noggin, or when we fell off the stool changing the light in the kitchen, or we had a particularly hard hit on the football field.
The history of volunteerism runs deep and wide in America. This great land of ours was built on the backs of volunteers.