Every family has its little traditions. When I was growing up, each year from the time I was 4 until I entered high school, there was a birthday trip to the Atlanta Zoo. Every August, I would invite a friend and my parents would take us on a day trip.
State school Superintendent John Barge is on a political suicide mission.
For my daughter's 15th birthday last week, her present from her mother and I was a new phone.
If this sounds like name-dropping, I apologize but I am trying to make a point here.
When House Speaker David Ralston sat down with reporters last week to discuss the new legislative session, he addressed the question that's been on the mind of every Capitol denizen.
It started with a quote my brother found in a book he was reading, "The Sense of an Ending" by Julian Barnes: "History, that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation."
My wife is out of town for a couple of days, which means a couple of things.
I'm writing this on one of the coldest nights I've ever experienced. I'm sitting at the kitchen table encased in flannel pajamas, a fleece robe, earmuffs, a Chenille infinity scarf and two pairs of socks. Across my lap is a heated throw and a space heater buzzes industriously at my feet.
It is far too early to predict who will replace Saxby Chambliss as Georgia's next senator, but it's going to be the most entertaining Senate race voters have seen in a long time.
Two of my favorite things in this world are convenience stores and spare change.
This could be a very important piece of information I am about to share with you. Whether it is or not is up to you. It depends on how much you care about the money being spent on our state's politicians. If you don't care and want to cop the "it doesn't make any difference" attitude, then I suggest you blow the dust off the ol' Funk & Wagnall and look up the word "apathy." Or go kiss a goat. Your choice.
In the world of politics, it's often better to be lucky than good.
The idea of God is endlessly fascinating, but I am not a "believer." In fact, I do not believe "believers." We all doubt, but doubt scares many individuals to a point where they willingly surrender their critical faculties and accept whatever they're taught.
When I was about 6 years old, I told my parents of my lifelong ambition.
My father-in-law would sometimes tell of a story of an obituary he read once.
As predicted in this space a few weeks ago, there is compromise legislation pending in the General Assembly regarding the Common Core curriculum, the controversial program which seeks to establish consistent education standards across the country.
I came of age in the 1970s. Carole King composed the soundtrack to my early college years. And not just mine, it appears. Her 1971 album, "Tapestry" is, even to this day, one of the best-selling albums of all time.
It is getting more and more difficult to exclude people who may look or believe a little differently than you.
It was like deja vu all over again.
The Cherokee County Republican Party has a blurb on its website about Rep. Sam Moore, who won the 22nd District ouse seat earlier this month following the death of veteran lawmaker Calvin Hill. Among other tidbits about Moore are his hobbies, including this: "Playing jokes … watch out. You have been warned!"
It was a spectacle you seldom see during a legislative session.
At one time or another we've all received a survey from an organization or a political campaign.
This, as stated above, is an open letter to the person who stole my jacket. While I don't know who you are exactly, you know who you are (I hope), and if you are the person who stole my jacket and are reading this, this open letter is directed at you (or someone who knows you and will turn you in).
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