(Note: The following is part of a series of columns looking at the establishment and growth of doctors, hospitals and the health industry in Georgia and Bulloch County.)
I turned to Julie and said, "I really know we're in Florida!" We had to take some stuff to Goodwill, and while I was talking to the young man who was processing our giveaways, I noticed a sign just back of their store almost hidden by the bushes. I thought it said, "Warning! No golfing or laughing!" That didn't seem to make a lot of sense, so I walked closer to get a better look. There was a makeshift wall that had been put up as a sort of barrier and a shirtless guy leaned out and said ...
Across the field I could hear it coming, like the rustling of a thousand pages, the whispers of a thousand lovers, the lifting of a thousand wings. The rain moved toward me across the broad, flat field, a row at a time.
Two months ago, I conducted a two-day small-group "parent retreat," during which I talked about, among other things, the legitimacy and power of "because I said so."
Question: Do bananas grow on trees? I have heard bananas are not actually trees.
(Note: The following is part of a series of columns looking at the establishment and growth of doctors, hospitals and the health industry in Georgia and Bulloch County.)
Question: What is a hog peanut?
Question: Our 14-year-old daughter has difficulty controlling her anger. She has extreme outbursts fairly frequently here at home - screaming, cursing and even throwing things when she doesn't get her way. She appears to have no respect for us and very little consideration for her two younger siblings. At school and in other people's homes, however, she's a model citizen. She's a straight-A student about whom all of her teachers have nothing but praise. When I describe her outbursts to friends and family, they are disbelieving. Is it too late to do anything about her anger issue?
(Note: The following is part of a series of columns looking at the establishment and growth of doctors, hospitals and the health industry in Georgia and Bulloch County.)
I suppose most folks who work for a living begin, at some point, to look forward to retirement. Some prefer not to quit for various reasons, but they are exceptions. One thing that causes many to want to stop working is having to go in whether they want to or not. As one fellow reportedly said, "I wouldn't mind the job as much if it just wasn't so every day!"
Thunderstorms, warmer weather, sleeping late and the absence of big yellow buses on the road can only mean one thing: Summertime has arrived!
The clouds that teased rain have drifted away to empty themselves elsewhere and I am left to do the watering myself. I have planted strategically so that the hose does not have to be dragged all over the yard. I can, for the most part, stand on the deck and reach every thirsty green thing.
(Note: The following is part of a series of columns looking at the establishment and growth of doctors, hospitals and the health industry in Georgia and Bulloch County.)
My mother was a most unusual woman for her generation. She divorced my father when I was three, went to college and eventually obtained a Ph.D. in plant morphology when women were not heartily welcomed by the nearly all-male faculties of university science programs. She also taught at the university level and was well-published in her field. I could go on, but suffice to say she was a Renaissance woman. All that aside, when it came to being a mother she was typical for her day and time.
Question: We have a row of red cedars on our property. One is covered with blue berries, but the others have none. What could cause this?
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