Where would we be without parents? Well, without parents, we wouldn't "be" at all. In creation, God premeditated to continuously populate the earth by the procreative union of husband and wives.
As police reporter for the Statesboro Herald, I type thousands of arrests that go in the paper every year. I've joked about putting my own name in the paper, though I was confident I would never commit a crime that would require doing so. I still do not feel as if I committed a crime, but I was arrested Monday morning.
The sweet scent of honeysuckle tickled my nose as I ducked under a tree limb. I relaxed to the sway of ol' BJ's easy stride as we meandered around pine trees, over fallen logs, across fire breaks and over small hills.
The death of one terrorist tells us a lot about ourselves. There will be those who say, "Who cares?" Others may respond, "Retaliation is not an answer." Possibly some may ask, "Won't this result in more terrorist attacks?"
UNC Greensboro took a different approach last weekend when it handed Georgia Southern its first weekend sweep of the season.
One of the "complaints" that I hear consistently is from people who live in the county and work and/or have property - commercial or residential - in the city of Statesboro. They feel they have no say in the governmental affairs of the city, i.e., they cannot vote in city elections even though they have a legitimate and vested interest in the continued success of the city.
While children and daffodils proudly showed off their Easter outfits, April quietly slipped away and May emerged. The end of another school year is upon us, with tests, parties, graduation, and shredded quizzes fast approaching. I hope you made this the best school year ever, with lots of family time squeezed in between studying and homework. Finish the month with fun family memories by celebrating the holidays below or creating your own unique festivities.
I was talking to a friend, who happens to be a physicist, during choir practice and got on the subject of the infinity of space when the choir director looked at us and said, "If you don't shut up and sing, I will pray that God punishes you … a lot." We lost our train of thought. I do remember that we agreed driving through Texas is a lot like infinity. I also remembered that I read a blurb on the computer that said, "Google knows everything!" This morning, I went to Google and asked, "What must I know?"
I'm reasonably certain that my parents never used the term "John's needs." Since having this thought, I've asked a handful of folks my age, "Do you think your parents ever talked about your needs and how to best meet them?"
Technically, Georgia Southern is still a half-game behind Elon in the Southern Conference standings.
In 1926, when Dwight D. Eisenhower graduated first in his class from the Command and General Staff School at Fort Leavenworth, his friend George S. Patton wrote him a note of congratulations.
For many Georgia manufacturers, this is their week to shine. Developed by the Technical College System of Georgia and the Georgia Department of Economic Development, Manufacturing Appreciation Week (MAW) is a time to recognize manufacturers around the state who demonstrate corporate responsibility, economic impact on Georgia, and workforce excellence.
The sky last night was a bolt of dark wash denim, the selvage hugging one horizon, the fold the other. And the stars, oh, so many stars, did not twinkle so much as glow, did not shine so much as radiate, radiate like ice crystals with a kind of negative energy. I lay on my back on the deck, the boards like extra ribs pushing into me at regular intervals, and stared up into the darkness interrupted only occasionally by airplanes so small they could have been fireflies.
Q: Our 7-year-old son and 32-month-old daughter squabble with each other constantly, mostly over taking and playing with each other's toys. The problem is our daughter, really. She will hit, scream, and throw things when she is angry. She wants to be in her brother's room, to do whatever he is doing, and he will not close his door. He's not rough with her, but we know he deliberately aggravates her. We have tried time outs and separating them. With this sort of age gap, is there some way of stopping the almost constant uproar?
What do you think about when you consider Jesus' resurrection? Perhaps, like me, you most often reflect on his victory over death, and the fact that his victory makes it possible for us to win over death as well.
I have had a certain amount of interest concerning John Forbes Nash Jr. ever since Julie and I saw the very loosely-based movie on his life, "A Beautiful Mind." I also liked the fact that he was born in Bluefield, West Virginia - only a hop, skip and jump from Huntington - and I could claim a certain amount of kinship. The man was a mathematical genius, a schizophrenic and pretty odd. I do not claim any of what I just wrote as kinship. His basic theory was, "any abstract Riemannian manifold can be isometrically realized as a submanifold of Euclidean space."
Since the beginning of the 2014-2015 school year, several elementary teachers have asked me why so many of today's kids come to school with anxiety issues. That's a good question, one that I think goes to the heart of contemporary American parenting.
(Note: The following is part of a series of articles looking at the history and evolution of agriculture in Georgia and Bulloch County.)
A preaching friend I knew in south Mississippi about a hundred years ago recently wrote about his summer vacations at his "Granddaddy and Mamaw's" house and the "neat" experience of having to get drinking water via the hand pump and dipper at the well. I wrote him and told him I could remember similar experiences at my dad's family farm in Indiana. The biggest differences, I guess, were the lack of a pump on the well. Grandpa used a bucket, rope and pulley to get the water up, though there was a hand pump attached to the kitchen ...
The local, as in Savannah, public radio station is off the air right now as a result of damage from a lightning storm. Without the voices of Steve Inskeep and David Greene and - since it's October and the Supreme Court is in session - Nina Totenberg igniting the pilot light of my brain, I have been left to entertain myself as I perform my morning ablutions. So I sing.