This is my 19th Father's Day. That is, if you count the one where we were anticipating an arrival in September of 1990.
There is a connection between summer and cars that remains in my mind.
They haven't asked me to write a gardening column for the paper because my true gardening knowledge could be placed in a thimble with room to spare.
We have more than one television in our house. In fact, there are about as many televisions as there are people.
The people who make tissues will get some of my money this weekend. I'm going to try not to cry, but I know I will.
We have a pretty kitchen at our house. We've got a big stove that has a convection oven. We haven't learned how to convect, but when we do, we supposedly have an oven that will do it.
For many years, Arnold Boyd and Ernest Moore were the head ushers at First Baptist Church on Green Street.
I think most people who have ever lost a loved one have thought or dreamed of having them back for just five minutes to catch up on your life.
I remember back in 1976 and the government thought there was going to be an outbreak of swine flu.
Depending on when you were born, you've likely heard parents, grandparents or other relatives talk about the challenges of their era.
There are no signs of magic dust in Jim Walters' golf bag. If there is any dust, it is because the clubs have not been used in about eight months.
In the usual scheme of things, getting elected student body president is not major newspaper news. However, in the case of Parrish Brown, it continues quite a legacy.
Ray McRae was a courtly Southern gentleman. He gave his nod to business deals that ranged from a mom and pop grocery store to a company that made engines for missiles used to run Saddam Hussein's forces out of Kuwait in the first Gulf War.
For anyone who has ever been a member of the corps of cadets at North Georgia College and State University, the drill field holds special significance.
I love going to church on Easter for several reasons.
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Curtis Segars was never my principal.
Billie Van Dyke's life in the restaurant business has been a bit like riding a roller-coaster.
First, for nine months, often through morning sickness and aching feet, back and elsewhere, mothers carry a baby until he or she is ready to debut.
A few weeks ago, I was standing on the porch of someone's home in the mountains. As the sun was going down, I looked out at the beautiful peaks that decorate the northern part of our state.
There is no battle between the observance of Easter and Christmas. But if you're taking a vote, I'm an Easter person.
I married into a family that has generational roots in Gainesville. They go back long before the War of Northern Aggression.
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