Basil, it is said, wards off dragons. I learned this long after having started growing basil in the big clay pot on the deck. Long after having mastered the technique the witty and beautiful people of the Food Network call "chiffonade" (the process of rolling the deep green leaves into tiny cigars and slicing them into slender ribbons of fragrance). Long after having decided that, when the time comes, I'd like my casket filled with fresh-cut basil so that I can leave this world surrounded by the scent of spring.
In the 200-plus years of he US Navy's existence, there have been two vessels named the Jenkins. The first, DD-42, was a Paulding Class Destroyer built at the Bath Iron Works in Bath, Maine.
Q: My husband was killed nearly a year ago, and my 11-year-old son is still having a difficult time with it. Before the accident, he was always cheerful and social and hardly ever complained. That still describes him, most of the time, but every now and again he slips into moods where he is just the opposite. These episodes occur once every couple of weeks and last for a couple of days, on average. I took him to see a therapist a while back, but I saw no change after three months of weekly sessions, so I took him out ...
I probably drive through the intersection of Fair Road and Zetterower Avenue at least four times a day. In doing so over the last few weeks, I have thought to myself many times, why in the world are they putting all of those telephone poles in the ground as they prepare to construct the new CVS pharmacy?
When I was growing up, it was said that one should not engage in discussions of religion or politics. These days, engaging in conversation concerning how someone raises their children is just as likely to end the relationship as a discussion of their religious or political beliefs.
According to shipping records, there have been five vessels that have borne the name Evans.
When I heard that Frazier's Flowers and Gifts on Zetterower Avenue had been sold, I panicked, metaphorically.
Life is full of challenge and opportunity, and successful people take advantage of them.
I step out on to the deck and take a deep breath. The breeze, brisk but mild, brings no scent of flower or bough, but only the sound of the wind chimes dangling and dancing in the white light of morning. The wet towels I have shaken out into limp flags are draped over the railings of the deck and by noon they will be dry and sun-rough.
The cover story in last week's (May 21, 2012) Time Magazine is all about "why attachment parenting drives some mothers to extremes - and how Dr. Bill Sears became their guru." That is the article's subtitle. All I can say, somewhat hopefully, is "at last."
In 1831, a 49-ton sloop was built named the Brunswick in New Brunswick, Canada. A sloop is a small boat with a single mast facing forward.
You never know who you are going to meet in a line at the store. This past Saturday, my husband and I struck up a conversation with the gentleman behind us as we waited for a dreaded price check.
The last of the "beatitudes," as given in Matthew 5, is found in verse 10: "Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."
Believe it or not, the first ship recorded with the name Ocmulgee was a 454-ton whaling ship, based in Edgartown, Mass., that was captured by the Confederate raider the CSS Alabama on Sept. 5, 1862.
Q: Our oldest son, age eight, has recently started saying that he has no friends, no one likes him, he's no good at anything, and so on. None of this is true, mind you. He's a good kid who does well in school. We are at a loss as to where this is coming from. His younger brothers are bothered by hearing it as well, and we worry about the effect on them. This has been going on for a couple of months now. We've tried talking to him, and we've tried ignoring him. Nothing works ...
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.