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.
Good grief. I just took a peek at next week's calendar. It says 2014. That can't be correct. I'm still waiting for Y2K and for all our computers to crash. I must have overslept.
If you had told me a year ago that Gov. Nathan Deal would essentially be tied at this point in his re-election campaign with an inexperienced Democratic legislator, I would have asked if you were smoking some of that stuff that is now legally on sale in Colorado.
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.
Page 1 of 1