The following is the third of a four-part series on local African-Americans who are making positive contributions to their community. Part 4 will be published in Sunday's Viewpoints page.
The following is the second of a four-part series on local African-Americans who are making positive contributions to their community. Part 3 will be published in Friday's Viewpoints page.
Last Friday, I said goodbye to Marty Hager for the last time. Julie and I sat on the front row of the church along with the rest of our family to let the reality of his death squeeze through the denial everyone faces at times like these.
The following is the first of a four-part series on local African-Americans who are making positive contributions to their community. Part 2 will be published in Sunday's Viewpoints page.
When our family finally got settled in at my first church in Florida, I received a call to visit a young man recently incarcerated for auto theft. Back then, I could sit in a crowded room with him and a lot of other visitors and prisoners trying to communicate by almost shouting over the crowd noise. I asked him, "What happened?"
Q: We are having a problem with our 32-month-old son. He picks his nose - most often in a public setting - and then proceeds to wipe it on other family members. It's disgusting.
Enjoy the month of everything green with lots of fun and merriment. Eat green eggs and ham, broccoli, green beans and kale. Add a slice of lime to your water glass, and dip zucchini in ranch dressing for a snack. Wear every shade of green imaginable, and look for those same beautiful hues of green on every shrub, tree and bush as plants come back to life in the promise of springtime. Celebrate all things green and many more holidays this month. Check out a few of these wild ones for more fun.
The ice storm was upon us. The rain had been falling since the night before, and in the cold, cold air, the water had chosen not to drip from but cling to the branches and freeze. The power lines were drooping like the fluttering eyelids of a baby fighting sleep. It was time to get home.
I had just returned from the funeral of Boonie Monroe, a cousin from Metter, when the phone rang. The pastor had reminisced about Boonie's favorite saying, "You don't know what I know." On the other end of the call was Jim Healy, operations manager for the Statesboro Herald, who wanted to discuss the Business Tuesday section.
In my most popular presentation, "Parenting with Love and Leadership," I reveal the secret to proper, effective discipline: to wit, acting like a superior being.
Note: The following is the 23rd in a series of columns that will describe towns and communities, past and present, that were settled after Bulloch County was first settled. Some have since been cut into other counties.
A month ago, a friend of mine told me she went to work out at a local gym one morning in early January, but it was so crowded, she couldn't find a machine to use.
The first place to cross your mind when deciding on a lunch locale may not be a coffee shop, but when you visit The Daily Grind in Statesboro, that Red Hot Cinnamon Latte won't be the only thing that tempts you. Serving up more than freshly roasted espresso beans, I'm totally impressed by the plates they produce out of that tiny little kitchen, like Roasted Red Pepper Soup with Smoked Gouda, Hot Ham and Cheese Croissants, Shrimp and Roasted Corn Soup and an array of other nutrient-packed wraps, inventive salads and flavored teas. Open since 2000, the quaint ...
An article in the Savannah Morning News in 2008, reporting on stress in America, noted a survey showing that more than three-fourths of Americans pointed to the state of the economy as a significant source of anxiety. Almost half said they felt increasing concern about their ability to provide for the basic needs of their families. One individual was quoted as saying that if the people of the United States "continue to experience these high levels of stress for prolonged periods of time, they are at risk for developing serious illnesses."
The following is the last of a four-part series on local African-Americans who are making positive contributions to their community.
What is this? A mimosa tree? Its slender branches are curved in an arc out over the ditch. Its fingerling leaves are dangling over my head. Its barkless trunk is all but hidden among the grapevines and pine trees and scrub oaks. I have walked by this very spot hundreds of times, driven by it thousands of times. How could I have never noticed a mimosa tree?
(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.)
Q: Our 5-year-old grandson sees his 5-year-old female first cousin from time to time. After they play for a while, he tells her he wants to "touch" her. This has happened twice in recent months. Her parents are very upset, but our grandson's parents read lots of parenting books and seem to think it's no big deal. Your thoughts on this matter?
As many of you may know, Paula Deen recently held two live shows in Savannah as part of her "Paula Deen LIVE!" tour. I had made plans to attend long before her team reached out to me in late July, and I wouldn't in my wildest dreams have imagined the events that followed.
Somewhere in the neighborhood of 20 years or so ago (not long after Carole and I moved from Arkansas to Statesboro), I learned of an opportunity to tour a WWII vintage U.S. Army Air Force B-17 bomber on display at the Statesboro airport. The study of history has been a favorite pursuit of mine since college, so I jumped at the chance to actually see this famous aircraft, "up close and personal!"