Opinion/Editorial

You can never wrong at a party with your friends from high school. East Rome High School’s classes of 1970 through 1979 are planning a ’70s decade reunion. Teachers for those years are invited as our guests.

He left the lumber mill he owned accompanied by his beloved dog, Snowball. They walked the usual path around the small fishing pond, which sat peacefully between his home and the mill. It was lunchtime, and he knew his wife, Nannie, had his hot cornbread waiting on the table with fresh summe…

Ever wondered about any changes your body is undergoing? There is a good bit of focus on body changes at puberty, but little emphasis on what changes to expect during the aging process. During our lifetime many physical, emotional and developmental stages have some predictability and could b…

During my 32 years on the City of Rome Police Department, I met quite a few mean men. When I say mean, I am speaking of men who got pleasure out of hurting other people. There was those who started out in the local beer joints looking for someone to fight. They would go from one to the other…

When my daughter Ramsey was in the fifth grade, a rite of passage was completing fire safety training. As far as I know, fifth-graders all across the country have to endure a similar process, but she and I both were fairly horrified by the experience and were left wondering if it was really …

One of my spiritual sisters approached me several days ago and asked, “Did you know that in our Constitution, African-Americans were considered 3/5 of a man before the 14th Amendment of 1868?” I looked at the hurt that was on her face and felt her pain. I answered her, “Yes, I knew that, but…

If you know me, you know that everything I believe in and fight for is an expression of my values which are rooted deeply in my faith. I’m never shy about speaking about my religious convictions as an Orthodox Christian. I have even written articles in this paper, where I am usually tackling…

And I say also unto thee, that thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. Matthew 16:18

One of a golfer’s enduring bad habits and character flaws is to look in a fellow competitor’s bag to take a peek at their club selection. Fatal not just to his psyche, looking has an insidious, corrosive and subtle effect on his confidence. This comparing act expresses to the onlooker he doe…

Tonight, I am speaking at the Carnegie Library. I will be part of a three-person panel of local writers. Speaking in public is a skill I want to improve on, so I jumped at the chance to be a part of this Hometown Novel Nights.

School buses are on our roads because a new school year is underway. Oftentimes when I see a school bus I am reminded of a delightful array of memories and family stories. Those memories are not so much about riding the school bus as they are about the bus drivers and the bus stops. Neverthe…

The year was 1961, and my parents were building their dream home in Tennessee. Mother and I had driven to the new house to meet a contractor on an unusually warm August Saturday morning. I would have preferred to stay at home but decided at the last minute to tag along.

Hey! Copernicus, Newton, Luther, Calvin, all you rebels

Researching one’s family history and genealogy is a fascinating hobby with many twists and turns which may lead to some very unexpected results. For me, it all started with an old pine box that came from my grandfather’s attic. The box was packed full of old books, letters, papers, photos, j…

There seems to be an awful lot of reasons to feel a loss of hope these days. Or is it just me?

I wrote a short story about some of the meanest women I met while with the Rome Police Department. When I say that I have seen mean ones, you can believe it. Give some women a Saturday night and a few drinks and the meanest comes out of them. The women I am going to write about today are not…

This fine hushed morning entered my waking like all others — definite, dark and coaxing me toward consciousness. Slowing me into savoring it, the dawn crawled along, which is always the best kind. The day would come soon enough and quiet time is a rare gift. I took a deep breath, enjoyed and…

Vaping is a relatively new word. It rhymes with taking. Indeed. It takes from your lungs as surely as does smoking a cigarette. You are breathing smoke and filling your lungs with smoke, or “vapor,” as surely as if you were smoking a cigarette. Do not be fooled. Vaping is smoking.

In my little office, one will find family photos amid papers, books, disarray, clutter and chaos. This morning, feeling a bit exhausted, all the mess seemed to overwhelm me. Ribbons, paper clips, pencils and pens somehow flew to the floor, and how did all the pictures hanging on the walls be…