Twelve years ago this month, a young sports editor dropped by the gymnasium at Indian Creek Middle School to watch a little of my girl's basketball team practice. He and I talked about that 1998-1999 team, many of whom went on to play for Eastside High, and then he dropped a bombshell.
I'm not afraid of dying, but I assure you I'm in no rush to prove that point to anyone. So, you can imagine how I reacted years ago when I visited a nice, grassy cemetery plot I'd just acquired and found a freshly-dug grave, all decked out for a funeral. Earlier that week, I'd accepted the plot as a benefit of church membership and had considered it a rather nice gesture. However, I didn't recall a "use it or lose it" clause in the deal. This particular denomination isn't known for those kinds of ...
There was a time in Georgia when two people could walk into what was then called the Ordinary's office and swear that somebody was crazy. An order would be issued and the sheriff would haul them off to Milledgeville. Some of them would stay locked up for the rest of their lives.
The start of a new year, a new decade no less, should be marked by a pause in our daily lives. Time to get rid of what is dragging us down and to focus on what is working in our lives. While others are gnashing their teeth at the year they are leaving behind - the decade that they are getting rid of (naughty aughties, anyone?), a few of us are optimistically anticipating the year and the decade to come.
January 03, 2010|
By Jackie Ginrich Cushman
Awakening Jan. 1, 2010, I gave thanks that the difficult 2009 was really over. As one of the herd, I had dutifully welcomed the New Year in at the stroke of midnight, but even as the ball dropped in New York's Times Square, it seemed like a dream. Or, more accurately, like a nightmare.
By the grace of God, a bomb malfunctioned and 300 human beings were spared on Christmas day.
A Nigerian national tried his best to kill those innocent people on a Delta flight from Amsterdam. According to British authorities, 25 more such operatives lay in wait, desiring to accomplish what this bum failed to do.