I read a news report this week that says while we are living a lot longer in the U.S., people in other countries are living even longer. Bummer.
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.
It is a potential killer whose numbers rival the deadly Ebola virus and it doesn't get near the attention it should. Unlike the dreaded illness currently ravaging West Africa, this is one with a quick cure.
For the past 20 years, an idea frequently floated for reforming the political system has been to set term limits for elected officials.
Two weeks ago, The Times reported Robin Williams' suicide. I'm sad for a number of reasons, maybe not the same as other people's reasons but just as intense. I am sad because the world lost a gifted comedian. To quote Ella Wheeler Wilcox, who wrote "Laugh and the world laughs with you:"
Rap! Rap! Rap!
If I met Sharon Budd, I know I'd like her. She's from Uniontown, Ohio. She's raised four kids and worked as a seventh-grade language arts teacher. She's a breast cancer survivor.
There are many lessons about elections I've learned through years of reporting on politics.
Many Christians feel that removing teacher led prayer from school is persecution. This debate has come to Hall County with the letter sent by the American Humanists Association to Hall County School officials demanding that coach led prayer be stopped.
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