In times of great financial crisis, people sometimes need and ask for compassion as they struggle to pay bills and feed their loved ones.
Q: My kids, 4 and 3, are very loud. They yell and run inside the house. They bang toys, get into loud conflicts, and my son likes to scare his little sister by growling like a dinosaur. I know most of this stuff is normal, but I've got a new baby on the way, and I'm worried that the baby isn't going to be able to get enough rest during the day. Should I punish or just lighten up?
Somebody said that if I went outside around 9 o'clock and looked in the western sky I could see Jupiter and Venus. So I went outside and stood in the middle of the big empty yard and stared at the place where I'm usually watching the sun sink. There they were, two white lights too big to be stars and too still to be airplanes, so they must be planets. I didn't see any rings around either one of them - not that I expected to at that distance, of course - but it occurred to me at that ...
The most famous ship named "Sylvania" was a Cunard passenger liner, 608 feet long, 80 feet across and weighing in at 22,017 tons gross. Built in 1957 in the Clyde Bank Shipyards in Glasgow, Scotland, the Sylvania was one of the Cunard Line's new fleet of ships for the Canadian passenger market.
Q: Our 8-year-old son was caught stealing from the teacher's prize box at school. He has done this in the past and was punished, but it seems he hasn't gotten the picture yet. Do you have any suggestions for us?
Un partie: Stop the presses! Two weeks ago, I reviewed and commented upon Pamela Druckerman's book "Bringing Up Bebe" in which she makes the claim that French parents, on the whole, raise children who are much more well-behaved, and at earlier ages, than their American counterparts.
The month of all things green leapt onto the calendar just after the gift of an extra day in February. Celebrate the blessings of family with green treats and surprises throughout the month, like green grits and milk, green shirts and matching hair bows, cloverleaf searches and barefoot walks in the grass. Look for every shade of green imaginable, as sprinkles of leaflets begin to dot the formerly barren trees of winter. Welcome hints of springtime with original celebrations or try some of the holidays below.
It is Tuesday afternoon. I arrive home to find Mama and Daddy immersed in the project of burning off some undergrowth in the branch behind Sandhill. I am planning a party and they've decided - actually Mama has decided - that the place will look prettier without the dead vines and fallen-over trees blocking sight of the pond. Within minutes there are three or four piles of brittle branches and broken limbs stacked into pyres and throwing fat orange flames into the late afternoon air.
Parents tell me their daughter is intelligent and did well in school up until the seventh grade, at which time she stopped doing the required work and her grades, consequently, went down the proverbial tube.
James Alonzo Brannen was many things, including the first mayor of the city of Statesboro. Very well respected, he was urged to run for the Democratic nomination for the United States Congress in 1904. His opponent would be none other than long-time incumbent Col. Rufus Lester of Savannah.
Last year, a Chinese-American Tiger Mother told American parents how to raise children who will make straight A's and play Carnegie Hall before they reach puberty. This year, the French are showing us how to raise children who will obey, throw few if any tantrums, and sit quietly in restaurants, listening while adults talk about adult things. Vivé la France!
Hunger is (and almost always has been, I suppose) a world-wide problem. Even in the most prosperous cultures, people go to bed hungry every night.
During the late Nineteenth Century, railroad fever swept the nation, and Georgia was not immune to the building frenzy. However, many of the proposed new railroads never even made it off the drawing board. This is a story of Bulloch County's "Nether Trains," most of whom never even laid down the first set of rails.
There were really some disturbing statistics announced at the end of last week by the Corporation For Enterprise Development which is a national nonprofit based in Washington, D.C.
The habit developed slowly, as all habits do, and morphed over the years into something more like a ritual: On the night of the full moon, just before bed, I walk out on the deck to tilt my head, stretch my neck and gaze. Once every 28 days or so, I reach out with my eyes for a touchstone, a reminder that some things remain true.
Fireworks and sparkling grape juice, off-key "Auld Lang Syne" tunes, a large falling ball, horns and hugs and kisses ushered in a new year. Do you have dreams and hopes for 2015? Whatever your plans for the new year, make family and loved ones a priority with lots of special time and celebrations to treasure for much longer than 365 days.
Amid allegations, speculations, and opinions whirling around regarding both the journalistic reporting of the alleged University of Virginia rape and the accuracy of the alleged rape itself, it's important to note how this national news story can shape our knowledge about sexual violence.
As the pastor who initiated the presentation of the manger scene I have special interest in the response from the community and would like to add a few insights to the conversation.
If the atheists in Bulloch County know that there is no god, then why do they care when and where I pray? And why are they rankled by a nativity scene in downtown Statesboro? If I choose to enslave my mind, as indicated on their banner on the courthouse lawn, then why does that bother them so much?
(Note: The following is part of a series of articles looking at the history and evolution of agriculture in Georgia and Bulloch County.)
From the road, the wreath on the door and the swags over the windows look just right. From the road, they are even and balanced, the wire-edged ribbons are full and round and the ends flutter just the least little bit in the winter breeze. From the road, the blue on the door and the blue in the ribbons match perfectly and from the road the tiny white lights on the tree fill up the windows at the corner of the house.