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 ...
Second of two parts.
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.
Where there's watermelon, there's usually a good time. They instantly take a beach trip or picnic to the next level. Georgia may be the Peach State, but we're also among the leading five states in the U.S. that consistently produce watermelons.
"Yes, I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing … But if you remain in me and my words remain in you, you may ask for anything you want, and it will be granted! When you produce much fruit, you are my true disciples. This brings great glory to my Father." (John 15:5-8)
(Note: The following is the second of two columns from Bulloch County resident Ruth Green outlining her concerns with some county government issues. The first column ran in Wednesday's Statesboro Herald.)
(Note: The following is the first of two columns from Bulloch County resident Ruth Green outlining her concerns with some county government issues. The next column will run in Sunday's Statesboro Herald.)
I was listening to good old 91.1, the public radio station, and heard about something I found hard to believe. Hold that thought for just a minute. Trying to find a decent show on television can be a heartbreaker at times. There are so many of those so-called reality shows on these days and I have a very difficult time wondering why anyone would watch them.
I absolutely love it when people begin to realize that the problems they're having with a child are of their own making; when they begin to realize, in other words, that the child is not the problem - they are! All this time (however long that might be), they've been trying to correct the wrong person - the child - getting nowhere and becoming nothing but frustrated in the process. Instead, they need to correct themselves, and it goes without saying that correcting one's self is much, much easier than trying to correct someone else.
(Note: The following is part of a series of articles looking at the growth of roads and transportation in Georgia and Bulloch County beginning in 1807.)
In the minds of students and teachers, summer is over. But sweltering temperatures and the calendar beg to differ. Postpone the culmination of the season with additional summertime fun and memories. Enjoy every minute of leftover summer days with celebrations, including, but not limited to, the following August holidays.
They are hungry and frightened, but the fear of the unknown isn't nearly as bad as the fear of the known.
It's that time of the year when the school system, from elementary to university level, start the prayers, organize the planning, order the books and stand back for the onrush of hopefully eager and determined students who will learn everything possible in preparation for the day of days! That day of days is when students get a full-time job, move out of the house and begin sending a portion of their vast earnings to good old mom and dad who will spend the rest of their days in frivolity and relaxation.
Note: The following is one of a series of articles from the Canyon Ranch Institute dedicated to showing people how to live healthier and encouraging folks to take small steps to adjust their lifestyle.