I'm not against Valentine's Day or any of those other commercially oriented observances on the calendar. I just think we should show our love and appreciation on an ongoing basis.
I was in Central Florida recently and someone suggested I take a couple of minutes and drive through the town of Celebration.
In some ways, we were just alike. In others, we were direct opposites. But you didn't need a DNA test to know that we were cut from the same cloth. Mine was a bit wider and his was a tad longer.
I don't know about you, but I sometimes have "what if" moments when I think about persons who have passed away.
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.
Because of newspaper schedules, I actually wrote this column last year and it is being published this year.
I've lived several places around this state. Some of them were named for Revolutionary War heroes, former presidents or places in Europe. I spent most of my growing up years in Social Circle, a town named for a group of fellows who gathered around a well to drink water (that's the puritanical version, others think it may have been firewater).
Some polls show 96 percent of Americans celebrate Christmas, while 5 percent observe Hanukkah and 2 percent celebrate Kwanzaa (some celebrate more than one).
There is nothing pretty about the little bird in our Christmas tree. It is made of that shiny metallic stuff that most Christmas ornaments are made of. It has a tail that looks more like a brush. Instead of feet, it has a spring-loaded clip to attach it to the tree.
It was 40 years ago, about this time of year that I repented of my sins and was baptized. At 9, my list of sins paled in comparison to some of the whoppers I committed over the ensuing years. I figured if I sinned once a day over that time, that is 14,600. There were some days I was in double digits.
There's been a lot written about blessing counting.
Dawson is the 4-year-old daughter of a co-worker of mine. From time to time, she comes by the office for a little visit.
In a few retail stores, the Christmas decorations are already going up. The holiday season, like it or not, is upon us.
One thing the housing slowdown has given us is fewer cutely named subdivisions. I love driving through a town and noting the name of developments. In Forsyth County, one of the larger developments is called Polo Fields.
Death is the one event in life that will eventually happen. It is also the one for which we are least prepared.
If you have a fancy house and your refrigerator has wooden panels to make it look like the rest of your cabinets, you can stop reading.
I've never been good at crazes. Some of them were over before I found out.
Summer is the season that gives us so many good memories, especially from our childhood.
In my early days of Sunday school, I remember hearing about Paul and Silas, who were singing and praising the Lord in prison.
I don't know if I ever called Tom Robertson by his first name, except on the radio.
I have an assortment of nicknames and titles, but the one I love best is Daddy.
All sorts of legends surround the origin of our nation's flag.
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