Is it baseball All-Star break time already?
Never let it be said that I’m not a sentimental guy.
The first time I ever attended a golf tournament I was 7 years old.
Well I must admit that I have been surprised at the amount of response, both pro and con, that I have received regarding my comments on the play …
“I’m at the airport with six kids, 12 pieces of luggage and eight carry-ons! Want to change places?”
Here are my final thoughts on the World Cup.
Sometimes you just need to buy the shoes.
Last year it was the Summer of Monopoly — a golf shirt the color of every street on a Monopoly board.
Once upon a time, I was a real football fan. This is why.
I’ve always been proud that I was born in the same month as America. Flying the flag on this particular day is probably our most graphic sign of …
Remember the mean kids in high school? The ones who did mean stuff to impress their mean friends, then laughed about it, because they were mean?
In my defense, it looked cool and refreshing. Cool as in temperature wise, not style, and refreshing, as in maybe a little aromatic relief from this ridiculous heat.
For those of you who have not followed or participated in our effort to develop a Vision Plan for the town of Summerville, let me update you. The …
There’s never a dull moment at Crazy Acres.
There’s this stranger who yells at noisy kids, shakes his fists at speeders in the neighborhood, glares at youngsters who thump the subwoofers in …
I drive a lot between here and Atlanta, sometimes twice in a month.
Thanks to Facebook, I know now which Brady Bunch kid I’d be, what kind of dog I am and how long I would survive a zombie apocalypse. (Jan, beagle and forever—my husband is handy with a shotgun, and I swing a mean cast iron skillet. I think we’d be OK. You thought I was going to say I don’t believe in zombies, didn’t you?)
She was blonde from birth and had big chocolaty eyes and a bright pink tummy, so much so that early on she was dubbed “Miss Pinkness.”
Sometimes I watch life go by and think, “Wow, I haven’t been surprised in a while.”
Oakbrook is beginning to get some much needed attention. There are several plans forming for the future; for now I would like to share some things that have already occurred.
The year: 1952. The state: Georgia. National news: the presidential election. Personal news: I was in high school and about to cast my first ballot.
I’d like to thank all who have written, called, visited, emailed and texted since my mother’s death. You’ve soothed me and made me remember the good times. Some of you posed interesting questions. So, here are the answers — and a few memories you might enjoy.
Recently I used this space to write about the litter problem that plagues our community and state. I heard from a number of you who are concerned about it and the message it says about our sense of pride.
For years as a working mother I’d spend spend nearly every weekend following my personal menu formula for the upcoming week: make one roast, one casserole and one crockpot recipe. Eat each twice, freezing any leftovers for lunches or a smorgasbord and fill in with an evening breakfast.
A look at some news — recent and not so much — that made me shake my head…
In speaking of the Pulitzer Prize winning book Profiles in Courage by the late President John F. Kennedy, Fr. Dennis Hadberg said the work mentioned such well-known and notable people as John Quincy Adams, Daniel Webster and Sam Houston.
I have so many blessings, it’s a crime to complain. So I won’t. Except for one… leetle… thing.