Columns

My dog, Dasher, died a week ago today from injuries she sustained in an apparent attack by a coyote. We have coyotes in our area. The hill behind my house is a broad expanse of woods that is the perfect habitat for them, and the river is just a ways across the road. I often hear them yipping…

Have you ever had a moment where you catch a glimpse of a special scene out of the corner of your eye? I recently had such a moment while trying to find a parking spot. I caught sight of a dad and a little 4-5 year old girl. He was on bended knee as he showed a flower to her. He was smiling …

Having 41 years of “real” economic development experience, I have been following with great interest the county/city discussions about the need to restructure Floyd County’s economic development program. I say “real” because professionals like Al Hodge and myself, unlike college administrato…

Many years ago when I was teaching in the classroom I believed that memorization of important quotes, poems and other speeches was necessary to help expand the mind. Having attended a Rosenwald school in South Carolina, where the teachers’ lesson plans always included reciting lines, I just …

Even the first one was magical, more than all the ones that follow. I think if I were out in the fields with a bunch of sheep, and all of a sudden the heavens were full of Angels, I’d have been searching for the Charmin. Seeing one Angel was mentioned several times through-out the scriptures…

Where’s Loganville? Remember that commercial from the car dealership in Loganville? It ended with, “Where’s Loganville?” In northeast Georgia’s Walton County, that’s where.

Enjoy this classic Lonie Adcock, as he continues this tale with the neighborhood kids gathered at Goot’s house to meet his ghost:

As we observe the season of Advent and anticipate the coming of Jesus into our world, I want to offer a challenge to all of us who follow Jesus.

I didn’t notice when it happened. Somehow I found myself feeling nostalgic about Rod Stewart. A sudden compulsion to go to Walgreens and buy Grecian formula startled me. Vanity had never visited me before, just enough grooming awareness to be conforming. Evoking these thoughts, I stared at t…

It is early Sunday morning. I believe the rain has ended, but it is still too dark to tell. I enjoy writing on these quiet mornings when the only thing swirling around me are words trying to find their way onto paper.

On Thanksgiving Eve, I drove south on Highway 27 towards Newnan just as the moon was rising and the sun was setting. The open rolling landscape gave me a constant view of the nearly full moon to my left, and the color show of the sunset to my right. It was all I could do to keep my eyes on t…

As was stated in the October article titled “Stop the Sickness,” everyone can play a part in stopping the sickness. Most of us are quite aware that particular regions and areas are healthier and will probably allow one to live longer. Breathing clean air and living in an area that is conside…

Lucy and I were walking in the park one August afternoon when a Cave Spring citizen strolled over to us and said, “I’ve got an idea for a column I wish you’d write.”

He came out in diapers wearing cowboy boots that went to his hips, donning an over-sized cowboy hat and nothing else. To my surprise Noah waddled over to join our block party after he escaped the watchful eyes of his nanny. Later on, a neighbor brought him to me after he found him in his hou…

One of the most enjoyable aspects of decorating a Christmas tree is, for me, getting out all the boxes of ornaments every year. Once again I discover what I have. My absolute favorite ornaments are the ones the children made years ago. Those ornaments are priceless because the years have pas…

Humanity was forever changed when Moses brought down from the mountain with the Ten Commandments. Here were rules not to be violated, rules to live by.

The Thanksgiving turkey is consumed, the visiting relatives and friends have left the building and now Santa is heading to town!

Terri Morgan and I are in an epic battle with Braden Keith and Cameron Flaisch, and V3 Magazine started it.

The older I get the more I realize that the holidays, as wonderful and joy-filled as they may be for some, are not so wonderful and joy-filled for others.

The refreshing bid of a bright seed did not fall on fertile soil in Georgia, but there is hope yet for Georgia. But how can any Georgian not be proud of the releasing speech made by Stacey Abrams. There is something very powerful about her that we in Georgia know that it is not over for her …

1915 was a good year for Rome and Floyd County. Cotton was still king and was rated as the best in the state and maybe the south. It was being shipped to markets across the globe. Railroads were shipping tons of freight, not only from cotton, but from the many foundries in Rome. Europe was a…

The late Celestine Sibley grew up in northeast Alabama during the Great Depression. Her father worked in a sawmill and held his job through the depression. Quite an achievement.

I live beneath an amazing superhighway. I have not lost the ranchero in a wild Texas poker game. I refer to the turquoise skies above my New Mexico home.

Hard to believe it is Thanksgiving again! I hope all of you have a beautiful day and consume mounds of morsels. Then I will not feel so guilty!

1974’s “Young Frankenstein” is flush with quotable moments. If you haven’t watched it in a while, you should gather the family ’round the television after the Thanksgiving meal and enjoy the show. One of my favorite moments is when Dr. Frederick Frankenstein (that’s Fronkensteen) and his sid…

This semester, as most Fall semesters, I’m auditing a course here at Berry College, Religion 333: Land, Race, Violence and the Bible. I think what I love most about “taking” these courses is the bounty of interdisciplinary, trans-disciplinary understandings and applications of concepts nativ…

It was a “mom-fail” kind of morning. The kind of morning where after the dust settles you end up smacking yourself in the head, wondering what went wrong and wishing you could start all over.

I saw where the president of my Calhoun Area Writers club posted three prompts for our upcoming November meeting. One was called the Thanksgiving empty chair. It intrigued me. Then a few days later, at a Rome Area Writers meeting, I heard Paul Moses read his version of that prompt. It was ve…

It is always good to leave the spiritual topics to the experts in our community, and many we do have, but this idea just rested in my head for a while and would not leave.

How often do we find ourselves rushing past strangers, avoiding eye contact or keeping our eyes downcast as we walk past them? We don’t want to see their faces because what we might look upon could reflect our pain, or that we might have to engage with them, worse yet, stop thinking about ou…

Did you know that we live in a world of seven major religions and thousands of common religions? Could that be a part of why our world is so divided? That said, I am grateful that I live in a country and was raised in a neighborhood where Christianity was the dominant faith. Someone said rel…

And now, I ask myself, “Why are black-eyed peas always served with pork?” Maybe it’s a Southern tradition or as regional as red beans and rice. Perhaps food, like language, has its own sort of culinary dialect. Maybe tradition, our sense of how to order things, is a human construct offering …

Gathering your family, probably at Grandma’s house, giving thanks for a traditional Thanksgiving dinner of some really great food, family traditions, the Thanksgiving drill.

It is early on Monday morning, and I am sitting at my desk watching the rain fall from darkened skies. The ground is completely covered in gold leaves, and the last remnants of green are slowly turning to brown.

The holidays are upon us and we’re all excited/depressed/inspired/disgusted to see them arrive. Of course, they’ve been “arriving” since about July, it seems, so their true arrival feels a little anticlimactic but, here they are! I dearly despise the inundation of consumptive triggers that s…

Halloween is over! The midterm election is over! What do these two events have in common? They both gave a lot of attention to phony monsters. Whatever remnants of scariness now come with Halloween, they are largely replaced by fun costumes and way too much candy. At Halloween, even the smal…

Nov. 11 commemorates the national holiday of Veterans Day, formerly known as Armistice Day. This holiday allows all Americans to take time to appreciate and respect those who so bravely put their lives in danger for the sake of our safety and freedoms. For some, Veterans Day is a day of than…

With over 28 countries involved in the Great War, a new enemy emerged in 1918: An epidemic of the flu that shortly became a pandemic. Researchers have been investigating the origins of the flu for almost 100 years. The results are still difficult to decipher. One thing is for sure: Somewhere…

Most of us older members of the Rome/Floyd County community can remember the times when we would run to the house calling to our parents, saying, “She/he called me a bad name, and she also said some ugly things about you, Mom!” Believe me when I say these were the same playmates that we had …

This past week the bride and I drove from near Albuquerque to San Antonio, Texas. We broke our trip into two easy travel segments.

When I lived in Atlanta I never missed a Veterans Day parade. Staged at the Atlanta Civic Center, every year the parade begins Nov. 11, precisely at 11:11 a.m. on West Peachtree Street. The best units in the parade are always the JROTC units. In every parade … on the back row … there was the…