The year 2008 has begun very much like 2007 ended: still populated with too many humorless liberal weenies, narrow-minded Bible thumpers, state flaggers who couldn't find the 21st century with a calendar, rude cell phone yakkers, poor service in two languages -- depending on which button you push -- and other assorted irritants.
I happen to be the mother of a child who loves to write. She's 13 and spends a couple of hours each day doing some sort of writing: short stories, poems, blog entries, essays. She's even completed a few chapters of a book.
It isn't often the day this column appears on Christmas Day. I wish each of you a merry Christmas and a happy 2008. May it bring to you more than you ever expected, perhaps at least partly in unexpected ways.
A culture can be defined by the secrets it keeps from its children.
Primitive tribes had ghosts and demons that danced around ceremonial fires when the elders called on them. At puberty, the male initiates learned that those freighting figures were actually their fathers and older brothers, but the truth was kept from the women and children.
Two weeks ago Congress raised automotive fuel efficiency standards from 25 mph to 35 mph. Big whoop de do!
There has been much talk lately of the strong influence of atheism in the book and movie "The Golden Compass." My youngest son, William, received that book from his devoutly Christian aunt several Christmases ago. An avid reader, he set it aside until recently and worked his way through several series books, including "The Chronicles of Narnia" and "Lord of the Rings" series. Just as he read his way to "The Golden Compass," concerns about its message surfaced.
We are winding down the holiday season, the time of year when we each celebrate our faith with family and friends. We pause in the busyness of preparations to remember the blessings of togetherness, belonging and traditions.
Stop the presses! Here's a scoop for you. Lynne Spears, that paragon of parenting, mother of Britney and Jamie Lynn, has lost her book deal. This following the announcement that 16-year-old Jamie Lynne, the star of one of those interminable Nickelodeon teen TV series, is 12 weeks pregnant.
Several readers have asked me why I haven't commented on the controversy over county administrator Jim Shuler's compensation arrangement. The simple reason is I don't have sufficient information on the specifics or time to get that information. I do have some basic principles that would apply to my analysis of the information. For however it helps, I'll share that.
School systems are recruiting retired educators to fill vacancies. They're drawing their retirement checks plus getting paid for their work. Retirees are more experienced and possibly more effective than recent graduates. Many seek supplemental income and ...
It was not the way I wanted to end the year, but I have only myself to blame. One of my cardinal rules is to exercise care when doing business with friends. That is how friends can become ex-friends.
Recently, I was in a local grocery store at a very busy time. I decided to help bag groceries. It had always seemed like fun to me. I suppose I was in one of my ubiquitous philosophical moods, for it occurred to me that any job seems fun, for 10 minutes or so.
I do not know what yardstick can distinguish between a good and a bad foreign military dictator. I do know that we have treated two Muslim military dictators very differently.
As I read The Times editorial entitled, "Bullying the DOT," I was reminded that there are indeed two sides to every story. While The Times feels that Department of Transportation Board Chairman Mike Evans put good government over politics, I respectfully disagree.
Prior to our revolution, most crown-appointed governors in the American Colonies remained loyal to the king. One such governor wrote to the Board of Trade in England stating that, "If you ask an American, who is his master? He will tell you he has none, nor any governor but Jesus Christ."
OK, Bulldog Nation, let's all get a paper bag and breath into it very s-l-o-w-l-y. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Feel better?
Anyone with a sense of history who has watched the fascinating new Ken Burns documentary on PBS, "The Roosevelts: An Intimate History," may have experienced a sense of déjà vu during episode six, which chronicles the tumultuous events of 1939-44.
I have one of the most interesting jobs in the world. One day I am advising world leaders on the nuances of international monetary policy. The next day I am consoling a distraught reader who thinks I need to "look within myself spiritually."
Over the past 10 years, Georgia has served as the location for a wide-ranging experiment in economic theory.
Until I heard her speak at a benefit luncheon, I thought Ronda Rich was a bit of an empty-headed lightweight. I was wrong, wrong, wrong, and she has become one of my must-read columnists.
The Woman Who Shares My Name instructed me that this week's column was to be about positive things. She says she is tired of bad news and thought you felt the same way.
I don't pay a lot of attention to football. Even though I was a proud Red Elephant during the heyday of Bobby Gruhn and Tommy West, I just never caught the fever. Four years at the University of Alabama during the reign of Bear Bryant did nothing to pique my interest. Since I married a man whose football apathy mirrored my own, there was never an incentive to learn or follow the game.
In our system of government where citizens elect those who will make the decisions for them, voter registration and the casting of ballots are the fundamental elements of democracy - the blocking and tackling, to use a football analogy.
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