This year is leap year, which means we have an extra day on the calendar. It happens this week.
I go to my fair share of funerals. Some of them are related to my work, others are folks I have known and cared for.
The folks at Amazon.com have released information they claim makes certain cities in the U.S. more romantic than others.
Someone on Facebook, the source of all things true, posted a map of a survey that determined what term folks apply to fizzy soft drinks.
I am often asked if I have a favorite column among all of the hundreds I have written.
Getting old is not a sport for the faint of heart.
LUDOWICI - The name Cecil Nobles is not a household word in most of Georgia, but if you asked folks around here, everybody knew him.
In the 1950s, there was no Zell Miller Highway to zip folks from the Atlanta area to the mountains. There were two reasons for that: Zell had not been elected to anything and was not yet worthy of the designation and, secondly, nice paved four-lane highways were just starting to appear in the big city. It was 1956 before we started building the interstate highway system.
I opened the mail the other day and found that a dear friend had sent me a newspaper clipping from 30 years ago.
There is something both sad and wonderful about Christmas Day. If you were expecting wonderful and magical things to happen on this day, it either did or it didn't.
We bought a can of gold spray paint this week. My mama would have been proud.
I've been singing in somebody's choir for most of my life. It all began when I was four at Beecher Hills Baptist Church in Atlanta. We wore fluffy little choir robes with a little bow on the front.
I have a radio in my office that displays the names of the songs that are playing on the radio. One day this week, I had the sound turned off but the song titles were still there.
John Jacobs set a standard for giving back to his community that few will ever match.
Judge J.D. Smith is hanging up his judicial robe at the end of the year. He has been serving on the Georgia Court of Appeals since 1993. For a decade before that, he served as a superior court judge in the Northeastern Circuit, which includes Hall and Dawson counties.
We were never people with fancy cars. Our first family car was a 1955 Chrysler with lots of chrome. It was a big thing.
In recent days, I have seen pictures of children beginning their first days of school.
I can't see or hear as well as I used to, but my nose seems to work pretty well. The trouble is, things don't smell like they used to.
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.
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