During each new season, there are a few dishes I greatly anticipate cooking: Spring beckons salads and grilled vegetables, summer calls for hamburgers, and nothing comforts the soul in winter like warm soups and casseroles. Fall, though - fall might just be the season to beat. With the exception of the holidays, I don't think I look forward to eating more any time of the year.
For the sixth year, the annual Dancing with the Statesboro Stars fundraiser for Safe Haven of Statesboro packed the Georgia Southern University Performing Arts Center on Thursday, Oct. 4.
Note: The following is part of a series of columns looking at the first road systems in Georgia and Bulloch County.
Noting that October is Bullying Prevention Month, several editors have asked if I am willing to write an apropos column. I am, and for two reasons feel eminently qualified to do so.
The water is hot. It is rushing through the faucet, collecting in the sink. Bubbles that smell of green things, living things, rise like yeast. I hold my hands under the water for a moment, watch my knuckles turn red. It is dark outside the kitchen window, but inside, inside my house, it is light, miraculously light.
In 1971, a psychologist named Fitzhugh Dodson published a book titled "How to Parent." It did so well that he came out several years later with "How to Father." By 1971, Dodson was one of a handful, if that, of child-rearing traditionalists left in psychology, but his titles were quite progressive. In short order, "parent" and "parenting" became verbs, however illicit.
Note: The following is the first of a series of columns looking at the first road systems in Georgia and Bulloch County.
Kudos and "atta boys" to the YMCA for leasing the old Sallie Zetterower Elementary School to be used for many good programs, beginning with an exercise facility open to seniors and families. I suspect that there is plenty of good, unused exercise equipment that people would gladly donate if someone will come up with a plan to make it happen.
When the air turns crisp and the evenings become dark earlier, a comforting and flavorful soup or slow-simmering stew on the stovetop is a welcome way to bring calm to a busy day's end. Served alongside a bright salad and a crusty loaf of Italian bread, the warmth and aromas of a good soup throughout the home can heal and soothe, like food for the soul.
Last Saturday, ZeroGravity Outreach made its community debut with a thrilling extreme sports demonstration at Complete Car Care in Statesboro. ZeroGravity is a local, nonprofit, Christ-centered ministry that makes use of extreme sports to carry out its mission: "Using extreme measures in an extreme world to reach an extreme culture." Tim and Debbie Wilkinson founded the ministry in Michigan in 2004 and moved to Statesboro full time in 2013.
I have taken up the habit of walking a prescribed path along the edges of the yard. This walking is different from the other kinds of walking I do - the brisk striding to the highway and back that increases my heart rate and makes me feel I'm doing at least a little something toward maintaining my good health; the slow and purposeless ambling through the woods, looking for nothing in particular but hoping to stumble upon something astonishing.
In 1994, Susan Smith, a young mother in North Carolina, was indicted for deliberately pushing her car into a lake and watching her two small boys drown as they were strapped in their car seats. The nation watched in horror as this nightmare unfolded on television. Many of the citizens of North Carolina wanted this mother to receive swift justice. Some said they wanted to take vengeance into their own hands, which, of course, wasn't their right.
I think if we all wish for cooler weather each time a leaf falls from a tree, then maybe, just maybe, autumn will peak her head into our part of the country. Until that actually happens, search for other signs of fall, like the orange pumpkin patches that are appearing outside local businesses, scarecrows and hay bales decorating front lawns, ripe persimmons and pears bending limbs with their weight, and acorns raining when the wind blows. You might even find one or two darkened muscadine grapes still clinging to the vine if the birds or squirrels missed them.
In the late 1960s, America came to a fork in the parenting road and took the road never traveled. My generation did what no generation in any culture at any time in history had ever done: We broke with the parenting traditions of our foremothers and forefathers. When the time came, we refused to take the well-worn parenting baton and carry it forward. And as poet Robert Frost foresaw, albeit upside-down, it has made all of the difference.
Note: The following is one of a series of columns about early shipping in Georgia and Bulloch County.
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