The names Nunn and Carter were familiar ones to Georgia voters a while back and they are making a comeback today, thanks to a new generation of political offspring.
After a friend told me she had waited 3« hours recently to get her Georgia driver's license renewed and then had to deal with a clerk that could have passed for a robot - and an unhelpful one, at that - I thought this to be a typical example of a bunch of government bureaucrats who don't care because they don't have to. Where else are we going to go to get our driver's licenses renewed? Burger King?
If you are looking for ground zero in the fight against the Affordable Care Act, it is right here in Georgia.
The man in the checkout line bought a six-pack of beer, a gallon jug of cheap red wine and a frozen eggplant Parmesan casserole. An interesting combination, I thought. Apparently the young fellow bagging the items recognized the man, who had done some tutoring at the local high school.
Despite the rants of publicity-seeking bigots, the blather of Twitter twits and a national news media more interested in scooping the competition than in accurate reporting, the fact is that our American system of justice presumes one is innocent until proven guilty.
A few years ago, I mentioned in a column my childhood dream of being a hermit, living in the top of a lighthouse and writing great literature. I no longer express that dream as I subsequently received numerous emails and comments regarding lighthouses for sale – in Wisconsin. When a link was forwarded by my husband, I decided to stay away from the topic.
Has Washington gone crazy?
It looks like our legislators are about to lose one of their most cherished perks: free football tickets. Bless their hearts.
When you are governor of Georgia. you quickly learn an essential lesson: Sometimes it's necessary to go to war with the Atlanta media. It's a long-established tradition in state politics.
Again ... another mass shooting. Again ... the shooter is killed. We will never know exactly why he did this awful thing. Apparently he was mentally ill, but that alone is not an explanation.
Dear Syrian rebels: I thought I'd take a minute to correspond with you as you resume your efforts to overthrow Syrian dictator Bashar Assad. You are no doubt disappointed that the United States government chose not to come to your aid as promised. There is a good reason and that is my purpose in writing you. Although I am not an official of the United States government, I am part of a group known as We the Unwashed. Put the blame squarely on us.
In many states, one of the top policy objectives is to provide a K-12 and college education for as many people as possible in the belief that a well-educated citizenry is good for a state's future well-being.
It is flattering to have readers tell me I should run for public office. There are also an equal number of adoring fans that say I should stick my head in a bucket of tar. But that is a topic for another day.
Life is at times whonkeejawed. Now, this is a term I have heard my entire life. Only recently did I discover that not everyone is familiar with the word "whonkeejawed."
The wars in Iraq and Afghanistan have failed to produce stable democracies. Both nations are less stable and the common people there arguably worse off now than before our interventions. Americans are rightfully angry about the monetary, physical and emotional costs of these wars especially considering the outcomes.
It is a little known fact that Patrick Henry's "Give me liberty or give me death" edict was not a spontaneous outburst verbalizing his desire for independence but rather his demanding calling card.
I wish I had been there. In Jerusalem. With Jesus.
It was around 1989 when some permutation of the Ku Klux Klan and a motley group of affiliated miscreants applied for and was - as is their right - given permission to demonstrate in Gainesville. At the time my business was located in the Jackson Building on downtown's Washington Street.
Gov. Nathan Deal currently is reviewing the hundreds of bills passed during this year's General Assembly session. He presumably will have everything signed or vetoed by April 30.
Baseball was my first love.
April is Child Abuse Prevention Month in Georgia, as proclaimed by Gov. Nathan Deal. Child abuse is a subject I don't like to think about, let alone write about and you would probably just as soon not hear about. But it is there and we need to acknowledge it and demand some solutions.
Within minutes after a Fulton County jury returned a devastating verdict against the state ethics commission last week, Gov. Nathan Deal's aides were already trying to put their own spin on the story.
I have a note taped up over my computer that reads: "Be prepared for synchronicity in your life. It grew out of some unnamed force somewhere in the universe. Acknowledge it when it appears. Be grateful and give thanks, for if you think deeply, you will find it is not random at all."
I was on the couch, chewing on a straw, watching the zillionth commercial where a middle-aged man takes a pill and he's suddenly happy as all get-out, when my 11-year-old son approached my throne.
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