I am genuinely tired of having to report news symptomatic of our economic woes, but yet again, I must. As many of you know, a member of our restaurant community closed their doors last week.
I went out early to go running. The grass was still damp with dew that did nothing to disguise the drought. Even at 7:30, the sun was already high enough to bounce off my bare shoulders with warmth like a toaster oven. I twisted the ear buds to my iPod into my ears; maybe the sound of someone else's voice, instead of my thoughts, would induce some sort of runner's zen state.
A journalist called me the other day wanting me to make some pithy, erudite comments on the subject of the so-called "stepfamily." I am eminently qualified, I propose, to remark on the subject because I was raised in one, although it was not called a stepfamily back then. We were a family: me, my mother, my stepfather, and their two children. We weren't really any different than any other family, at least as far as I could tell. He was my stepfather, but I called him "Dad." And by the way, my other father, the one I saw in ...
It was about 7:00 a.m. and still on the dark side of early morning when I arrived at church and began to walk to the door leading to my office. It's nice to get to work way before the phone starts to ring - which usually meant shelving things I wanted to finish for things that required my immediate attention.
I had the opportunity this past weekend to catch up with Jan Tankersley, our local state representative for District 158. I was really curious about her initial impression of government service at the state level and was it all that she thought it would be.
Q: My son will be 4-years-old in a couple of months. He is having problems playing and relating to groups of kids in social situations. For example, today at a new church nursery there was a group of kids all playing together.
Beth P. Mathews, vice president for College Advancement at Ogeechee Technical College, recently received the Certified Fundraising Executive designation from Certified Fundraising Executives International.
College baseball has finally found its sweet spot.
The words of the children's song are probably familiar to everyone who attended Bible School:
What's it like to be truly really free? I guess it depends on who's asking the question. Is it freedom from tyranny, prison, laws, restrictions, demands, reality, parents, obligations, death, poverty, age, limitations?
Spring in south Georgia - I usually explain to people who are not from around here - generally lasts about three days and those three days are not always consecutive.
Delete Q: Of late, our 8-year-old daughter has not been completing chores and following directions. On the morning of a recent soccer game, she again failed to follow some simple directions. On the way to the game, I calmly told her that when we arrived, she would tell her coach she was unable to play because she had not followed her parent's directions at home. She balked, so I told her that either she obeyed or she would miss the remainder of the soccer season. She complied, and we went home where she sulked a good bit before ultimately ...
With my entrepreneurial days behind me, I do forget sometimes just how hard and stressful it can be to be a small business owner. You haven't lived until you have to make payroll, or let somebody go, not because of job performance, but because the work simply wasn't there. Or maybe your largest client doesn't, or can't pay you, and it ripples throughout your business.
Q: My 16-year-old son refuses to wear his glasses. For the past two years, I have offered to get him contact lenses for his birthday, but he has refused. He will be driving soon, so I told him that if he didn't wear his new glasses, which are less than a month old, he would have to reimburse me for them. He says he hates them and wants contacts. Furthermore, he is willing to pay for them himself out of his savings. Should I let him get the contacts or should I make him pay me for the glasses ...
Not to put too much pressure on Georgia Southern coach Maggie Johnson and her Lady Eagles, but there are plenty of reasons why things couldn't have worked out much better heading into the Southern Conference softball tournament.
Sixteen years ago, the house looked like a woman without makeup, a Christmas tree without ornaments, a painting without a frame - lovely, but plain. So I planted.