Opinion/Editorial

Georgia Power, we appreciate how hard you work to help us all when power goes off. But you may be too good.

Several times in the last couple of weeks we have reported on the effort to “rebrand” the Rome-Floyd County Development Authority. It really raises the greater issue of branding Rome altogether.

I had a birthday recently and I’ve decided that once you top 50, it truly feels like it’s all downhill. There are no more banner birthdays to hope for, you’re just getting older.

Had he lived, Martin Luther King Jr. would have celebrated his 91st birthday this past Wednesday, Jan. 15. It is hard to imagine him being 91 and walking among us.

A new year is always a time when we make resolutions to change our lives for better outcomes.

During those times when life wrenches from me a comfort of which I’ve become fond, and harshness disrupts and confounds me, my mind fades and drifts into the wind that is my friend Daniel’s spirit. Daniel, who was black, was our caddy master at the country club. Unable to read or write, Dani…

I have answered all kinds of calls while on the Rome Police Department. I have chased big birds, werewolves, bears and, oh yes, a monkey.

Yesterday was the birthday of the late Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Born Jan. 15, 1929, had he lived, he would have been 91 years of age. Today’s column shines a spotlight on Dr. King, a few of his achievements, and a quote from one of his lesser-known speeches.

Mysterious events occur daily, offering no explanation and leave no concrete evidence. Many of these occurrences will remain mysteries forever. However, some strange events arrive on an angel’s wings. They cannot be seen with our eyes but understood in the heart that is open and free to obse…

I think there is widespread concern that our media age encourages the divisive, nasty atmosphere that haunts us all. From my perspective, the 24-hour news programming and social media are major culprits. The former invites “expert” talking heads to prattle endlessly when there is nothing rea…

In a wonderful book by James and Deborah Fallows, “Our Town,” the authors say that young Americans are increasingly moving back to small towns looking for a simpler life.

My wife came to this country from Cambodia in 1982. Most people reading this are clear on that, but I think what people may not be clear on is the amount of struggle and heartbreak it took her, her family, and many others to get here.

I saw the light, I saw the light, no more darkness, no more night

This month, we celebrate the life and legacy of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. at a moment in time when our country feels hopelessly divided.

Perhaps I’m more attuned to nature since moving to New Mexico, but I must protest a bit. I’ve always loved the outdoors. My parents had a modest place on Georgia’s Clarks Hill Lake, and I spent my young years on or near the water.

I was in the doctor’s office recently, waiting to have a staple removed from my tongue, when I noticed an item in Cat Fancy magazine.

“Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things,…

For more than a decade now, studies reveal what we in the local congregation know — church attendance is shrinking.

Losing weight is probably on the minds of most of us these days. We hear so much about healthy eating and it is astounding how much information is available. Recently I read a great deal about this. It is incredible what I learned.

Every year I spend countless hours preparing for my family Christmas celebration. This year I had the house decorated and all the gifts wrapped by Thanksgiving. I was more prepared than ever before for my children to arrive and the celebration to begin. I always overdo, and this year was no …

For many years now, Georgia Democrats have been championing our cause, and our candidates, proclaiming that we will soon flip the state, while Georgia Republicans laugh and say, “Georgia is a red state!” This is such a worn call-and-response that its lines are second nature. We have assumed …

The Broad Street business district has been Georgia’s poster child for downtown development for the past decade and a half. As much as the area has grown and flourished, there’s room for more businesses and residents.

As I woke on the 2nd of January, I was finding it hard to drag myself out of bed for the first day of the rest of the year. A cold rain was falling outside and my bed was warm and cozy. The idea of regaining focus on work and normal life was a little hard to grasp at that moment, so I linger…

Today we continue to bless his holy name as we step into 2020. Much celebration for his birth has taken place. Many promises have been made to others as well as to ourselves about how much better we are going to be to ourselves as well as others.

In January of 2019, I took the Oath of Office and officially became Georgia’s 83rd Governor. Since then, I have worked around the clock to make good on campaign promises and keep Georgia moving in the right direction.

I’ve heard of people who could forget bad memories by removing them from their mind. I choose to keep all my memories, good or bad.

I mentioned several times throughout the year that my 2019 word-theme was joy. All year long I focused on joy and wrote about it in my journal. I wrote columns in which I encouraged you to look for joy and indicated that I frequently find joy.

We celebrate a season where we wish complete strangers Happy Holidays, Seasons Greetings and Merry Christmas. We support efforts to feed the hungry and care for the homeless. This effort shows love in all kinds of ways. Why can’t we perform this kind of caring throughout the year?

By the time you read this, Christmas will be over, and a decade will be ending. I am usually left with a bit of melancholy after the ornaments are packed away, and my children return to their homes. The warmth of December’s merriment solemnly fades into the dawn of January cold.