I don't know about you, but I sometimes have "what if" moments when I think about persons who have passed away.
Seeing the magnitude of disasters in Haiti makes it difficult to dwell on one's own problems, even though they must eventually be faced and dealt with. We also think more clearly about our blessings.
There was a time in Georgia when two people could walk into what was then called the ordinary's office and swear that somebody was crazy.
Last week, as temperatures dropped and gray clouds rolled across Dawson County, locals got that certain look in their eyes.
Buying herbicides can be a challenge.
All of us have read the claims of amazing fruits and vegetables. Robert Westerfield, Georgia Extension Horticulturist, offers several rules to follow before purchasing unknown fruits to avoid disappointment and wasted money.
Because of newspaper schedules, I actually wrote this column last year and it is being published this year.
Well it's over. Another Christmas has come and gone.
I've lived several places around this state. Some of them were named for Revolutionary War heroes, former presidents or places in Europe.
The polls show that 96 percent of Americans celebrate Christmas, while 5 percent observe Hanukkah and 2 percent celebrate Kwanzaa. Some celebrate more than one.
All year long I write articles about everything from shrubs to you name it. Since it's almost Christmas, please permit me to set aside my "normal" topics and reflect on the true meaning of Christmas.
Dear Santa: Well, it's that time again and I thought I would write you. Postage has gone up and I just thought I'd save a little bit by publishing it in the paper.
I remember as a child going with my father to cut a Christmas tree on our family farm.
The official start of winter is Dec. 21, and the recent temperatures only remind us of the cold days ahead.
There is nothing pretty about the little bird in our Christmas tree. It is made of that shiny metallic stuff that most Christmas ornaments are made of. It has a tail that looks more like a brush. Instead of feet, it has a spring-loaded clip to attach it to the tree.
Dear old Thomas Wolfe may have been right when he wrote, "You can't go home again" back in the 1940s.