The blinds cut the winter sunshine into thick slices and they fall across my shoulder in long broad stripes. The movement of the rocking chair, forward and back, turns them into waves - reaching out and pulling back, a tide of light. Jackson is tilted in the crook of my arm, the rays making a halo of the soft fuzz on the top of his head.
Since the late 1960's the coyote population in Georgia has exploded. Around 1970 there had only been confirmed coyote sightings or kills in 23 Georgia counties. Today, all of the state's 159 counties are home to this wily veteran of the woods. Coyotes have migrated steadily eastward from the western and mid-western states and have found our part of the country to their liking. Coyotes can and will eat a wide variety of foods but relish rodents and rabbits which are plentiful in Georgia. Because they can survive on just about anything from road kill to persimmons and ...
It's hard to admit when you haven't been successful at something, but I will admit that I have not been successful in getting a timely story to you regarding the purchaser of Cleve White Nissan in Statesboro.
Last Saturday, Julie and I were hoping that the GSU road playoff game would be televised. Unfortunately, that was not the case, but it would be broadcast on radio. It's not the same as being there, but close enough for avid fans.
On June 27, 1775, Georgia's Royal Governor, Sir James Wright, sent a letter to Admiral Sir Thomas Graves, commander of British naval forces in North America, pleading for a sloop-of-war with which he could both defend the approaches to the Savannah River and protect the colony's shipping.
I heard about Your Pie several months ago from my brother Thornton who lives in Athens.
Before the turkey leftovers were completely devoured, December splashed on the page with twinkling lights, Santa inflatables, cedar wreaths, and holiday rhythms. Whether you've completed your holiday shopping or not even started - Christmas will arrive in less than three weeks. Take time during December to make treasured memories or start new traditions. Go caroling with friends, make hot chocolate or S'mores, watch seasonal movies, bake yummy goodies to share, decorate gingerbread houses, go for a walk in the woods on a cold day, put together a Christmas puzzle, or wear new pajamas and eat homemade biscuits and chocolate ...
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The laid-out field on the other side of the pond dam is unrolled like a bolt of ecru lace, knotted and tied into a landscape of bumps and nubs. That which was left to sprout and grow on its own over the spring and summer has died, stems and leaves that once stretched toward the sky now bent into creamy curves back toward the earth. The whole world is the color of toast.
Well, I never ceased to be amazed at our ever evolving culture and the service industries that are booming as a result of it.
I don't remember when I began to realize that there was something special about the celebration we call Thanksgiving. I knew that Thanksgiving began in the Fall when the leaves were changing and there was a chill in the air. I do remember those days in West Virginia when I would walk to school and my breath looked like steam coming from a kettle.
Some of the most humorous things in life are also among the most tragic. Many entertainers have made slapstick comedy a staple of their acts. The tragedy is that sometimes the physical and mental effects of alcoholic beverages serve as the basis for the humor.
First of two parts.
It certainly isn't uncommon to see a business close its doors these days, and it isn't something that I enjoy reporting, but a few people have contacted the Herald saddened by the closing of the Trellis Garden Inn in downtown Statesboro.
One by one - purse, briefcase, gym bag - I toss into the car the tangible burdens with which I begin each day. I pause just long enough to watch wide brown sycamore leaves, curled like arthritic hands, scuttle nervously across the yard in response to an asthmatic breeze. Somewhere down the road a diesel engine grinds up a hill and its sound vibrates over empty fields and against my cheeks. It is dawn. It is autumn. It is still.
It's last Monday morning and according to the weather report - and somebody got it right this time - it's raining very hard with thunder and lightning, and it's nice to be inside looking out. This afternoon, we have a 100 percent chance of very heavy rain, high winds and a get-ready-to-hunker-down warning, which I will do my best to follow the directions. One of my colleagues has just told me we're not supposed to have this kind of stuff this late in the year. Since he teaches Algebra, what does he know? He knows this: it is ...
After six days of hearing testimony during a murder trial, I have many questions.