A myth says lightning never strikes twice in the same place. President Donald Trump appears to believe it can when it comes to replicating his narrow victory in 2016.
As I write this, it has been 113 days since the first COVID-19 case was identified in my home county. Within an hour, the school system announced schools would be closed for two weeks in order to give classrooms a thorough scrubbing. Little did we know.
In the latest of many cynical and highly political moves, the House of Representatives last week passed a measure that would transform the District of Columbia and make it the 51st state.
President Trump's speech Saturday night in Tulsa, Oklahoma, was a toxic stream of consciousness that ignored a great opportunity to speak words of healing and unity to a divided nation.
Police were called about John Mahone, a black man, having an argument with his wife. A cop shot and killed him because he thought Mahone had a knife. Mahone had a can opener.
Like many of you, I have worked from home for the past three months, and it has given me a chance to familiarize myself with my new surroundings. It turns out that this place I’ve slept and watched ballgames on weekends for thirty years needed a few repairs. My wife says she has informed me about these problems in the past, but I was apparently distracted by the Braves and SEC football.
What is important in this continuing debate is not each "side" getting in its talking points but listening to how the other reached the conclusions that created their worldview.
We all have them, tucked away in our memory bank. The songs that make us smile, often many decades after we first heard them. In many cases, we heard them when we were growing up. They were blaring from the car radio, or our older sibling’s transistor radio, hidden and tucked under the pillow. We didn’t have a care in the world. We had our health, our cherished family members were alive, and we did everything together. We sang during family road trips, or living room dance sessions. Sometimes we didn’t even know the words, and we definitely didn’t know the meanings. It didn’t matter.
Two months ago, in a remarkable show of unity, Americans obeyed the onerous request to give up their livelihood and quarantine themselves in their homes.
In a recent off-the-cuff comment following a White House meeting with restaurant industry leaders, President Trump revealed that he has been taking the anti-Malaria drug hydroxychloroquine for "about a week and a half now" to protect himself from COVID-19.
In the pantheon of great lines suitable for induction into Bartlett's Familiar Quotations is Speaker Nancy Pelosi's 2010 comment about Obamacare: "We have to pass the bill so that you can find out what is in it."
For three years former National Security Adviser Michael Flynn was put through a legal and financial wringer by top officials within the FBI, including its then-director James Comey.
High school graduations have gotten a lot of attention lately, because if not for the pandemic, another group of 18-year-olds would finally get to “walk,” and accept their diploma and the accompanying cheers.
A Methodist pastor talked about leaving the ministry. He said he had lost the joy of serving. He no longer enjoyed pastoring or counseling or preaching or any of the other responsibilities of being a clergy person. When asked about his prayer life, there was an awkward silence. Tragically, like so many other people, this pastor didn’t have a prayer life.
Well, here we go again. Congress recently passed and President Donald Trump signed a measure allocating an additional $310 billion in loans for the Small Business Administration’s Paycheck Protection Program after the first $349 billion dried up like a prune — only quicker.
Even if the sexual assault allegations by former Joe Biden staff member Tara Reade turn out to be false there are still problems the former vice president faces.
I usually write a “thankful” column around Thanksgiving, as do many writers. It’s an easy way to give thanks, while also clearing our pockets of all sorts of little notes we save throughout the year.
Getting my parents and grandparents to talk about their experiences during the Great Depression and World War II was always difficult. They lived in the pre-Dr. Phil generation before people went public with their deepest thoughts.
Conservatives are mostly a passive lot, expressing their frustrations and anger over ideas they oppose by listening to or watching Fox News, talk radio, or attending Trump rallies when that was possible.
Among the many down-home philosophies of Mama’s was her proclamation that “Somethin’ good always comes out of somethin’ bad. Always. You just watch and see.”
Now, we all knew that wasn’t going to work. Not for one cotton-picking minute did we think that those two could say “I do” and keep that vow until one of ‘em stopped breathing.
Since the COVID-19 emergency began, FDIC-insured banks across Georgia have been proactively working with their consumer and business clients to help get them through this emergency. Bankers have been developing customized solutions as there is no one-size-fits-all answer as each person or business has a specific need.
New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio has announced public schools will be closed for the rest of the academic year due to the coronavirus. More mayors and governors will likely make similar announcements, if they have not already done so.
I wouldn’t have Gov. Brian Kemp’s job. That’s a good thing because, to my knowledge, no one has offered the job to me. I have had readers in the past who suggested I run for public office, but I politely declined because the Woman Who Shares My Name would take a skillet to my head if I decided to do so. She isn’t crazy about politics, except she loved our recently retired senior senator, Johnny Isakson. That is because he made a big fuss over her and pretty much ignored me. Smart man.
A few years ago, Tink and I took a Footsteps of the Apostle Paul cruise on the Mediterranean Sea that traveled around the Italian coast and visited Greece and Turkey.
We’re in the midst of a pandemic that could result in the deaths of hundreds of thousands of Americans, and the experts call that a “best-case scenario.”
In 1984 when former Vice President Walter Mondale was running for president, he said something during the campaign he wished he had not said and later tried to correct his mistake. I don’t remember the details, but I do remember ABC’s Peter Jennings discussing the matter with political pundit George Will one evening.
It is not cognitive dissonance -- the impossibility of holding two or more contradictory beliefs simultaneously -- to favor the $2 trillion coronavirus stimulus bill passed by Congress and signed by President Trump while at the same time worrying about what the increasing national debt (nearing $24 trillion and counting) will do to the country.
Just a few days ago, we were complaining about life’s little annoyances. The pastor’s sermon was too long. Standing in line for more than five minutes at the checkout line, or the fast food place.
A tall good looking young man came to a minister’s office one day to talk. The young man’s very appearance gave evidence that he had a lot to live for, but he had a troubled mind.
In the 17 years that this column has existed, I have never written a special one to address a current situation that was either tumultuous or triumphant.
In the days that I was a young girl working in the upper reaches of stock car racing, I had the joyous pleasure of knowing a true, courtly Southern gentleman named Junie Donlavey.
It has long been my policy not to weigh in on what everyone else in the media happens to be pontificating about at the time. Hence, you saw little here about the Trump impeachment trial. To add to that cacophony seemed a waste of my time — and yours.
What do we intend to do with our lives? As we contemplate this critical question, we need to remember that our dreams are more important than the vehicles we drive.
It disturbs our sleep and impairs our vision. It makes us uptight and immobilizes us. It warps our character and saps our bodily strength. What is it? You guessed it if you said “worry.”
Just when you may have thought that the low quality of political rhetoric in Washington could not get any worse, along comes Senate Minority Leader Chuck Schumer (D-NY) to prove otherwise.
The other day I made cornbread and as I did, I spent time with Mama. She was there by my side as clearly as the times that, as a child, I watched her make it
With a chance to choose a presidential candidate to oppose Donald Trump this November, Democrats have had the opportunity to pick among a diverse list of 29 candidates. There were six female candidates, including a (cough! cough!) Native American. There were five black candidates, a Taiwanese, a gay and a gaggle of governors, senators, representatives, mayors and former cabinet secretaries. I got eye-glaze looking at the list and very well could have missed a visually impaired transvestite who slipped across the border from Aruba.So what do Democrats do? They have narrowed the field to two old white guys. You just can’t make this stuff up.
Jesus never gave up on the lost. Whether it was the multitudes who appeared to Him as sheep without a shepherd, or individuals like the woman at the well who needed Living Water, Jesus cared about the lost.
What a difference a decision makes. Wasn’t it just the other day that Georgia Republican Congressman Doug Collins of Gainesville, the ranking member of the House Judiciary Committee, was the hero of the hour for his unwavering defense of President Donald Trump during his Kangaroo Court impeachment trial?