There's been so much disturbing news lately that I thought I'd share a couple of different "bits." They both came from forwarded emails, so perhaps you have seen them, but they bear repeating.
Last Saturday while the Bulldog nation sweated out a 35-32 victory over the Tennessee Volunteers that should not have been as hard as our scholar-athletes made it, former head football coach and athletic director Vince Dooley's first team at UGA was recognized on the occasion of its 50th anniversary. As nice as that was, more - much more - needs to be done to honor the legendary Hall of Fame coach.
"I love you more" has been an ongoing thing between my son and me.
If I am being honest, there's more times than I count that things don't go my way.
According to Mama, I am not a grown up yet. I do not have a full appreciation of country music and until I do, I cannot be deemed a grown up.
September is not only the full-fledged beginning of the new school year, it is also start-up time for organization activities that have filled many planning hours during the "dormant" days of July and August.
It seems like summer is slowly beginning to turn to fall. Some vegetable gardens may still be producing well, but others are beginning to wind down for the season. For those of us whose gardens have given up, consider planting a cover crop this fall to improve your vegetable garden next summer.
I am not sure what started the discussion but I was in trouble - big, big trouble.
Part of the joys of homeschooling is seeing my child's face light up during our discussions, the animated way he gets excited and can sit and talk about certain subjects for 45 minutes - which he said he didn't have the opportunity to do before. The heartbreak is hearing my child's fears of failure.
In college statistics, I realized the Evan Esar's quote that "statistics is the science of producing unreliable facts from reliable figures" was true. They taught my class how to go to extremes with the science of figures. The point was to understand that everything has a counter point.
When you live in a small town, people know you. When you have the privilege of living in a small town in the mountains, people know your dogs, too.
Not many people nowadays are familiar with whole milk, in which the richest part does indeed rise to the top of the container.
I never thought I would be one to homeschool my child.
Marriage has got some pretty bad statistics associated with it. I read something that said the divorce rate percentages were now closer to 60/40 split instead of 50/50.
Have you noticed trees containing unsightly, light-grey webs towards the ends of their branches? These webs contain the fall webworm, a perennial pest of several trees all across North America.
Dear old Thomas Wolfe may have been right when he wrote, "You can't go home again" back in the 1940s.