As a parent, I’ve found that I don’t particularly want my children to age anymore, but I am thankful they have grown out of, or matured past, some things.

Some anguish cannot be named. There are no words fitting, only groans. Like this virus that rages over our planet, no one is immune to the difficulty of adversity.

For the last couple of months, I have been examining acts of various people who have lived up to the standard of courage as outlined in the book written some years ago by John F. Kennedy. “Profiles in Courage” told of eight men who stepped up to the batter’s plate, realizing that the move wa…

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Whenever I am in one of those long stretches of highway and cell coverage is spotty, my mind often takes to rambling. Recently, on a drive a couple hours south on U.S. 441, I kept noticing the variety of birds that seem to saunter about on both sides of the highway.

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Growing up in the Fourth Ward back in the 1940s was different from growing up today. There was not too many ways a young boy could make his show fare. I would go though the neighborhood picking up bottles to sell. Some of the other boys got wise as to what I was doing, bottles got scarce.

Anyone who has ever spent significant time around a toddler has probably experienced sharp correction from said small person.

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Yes, this is part II of our crazy adventures in driving throughout my husband’s and my 50 years together, and we’ve had some doozies.

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The hug is back. “I hugged my parents for the first time in over a year,” my dentist told me the other day, and to my surprise her news brought tears to my eyes. A year. She and her parents don’t live far apart geographically but for a year they hadn’t been able to touch. Now, because they’re all fully vaccinated, they’re liberated back into the old-fashioned body squeeze known as a hug. I got ...

Some days, life seems to take a tumble, a misstep or feels as if something is just plain off. Days when our energy is low, but our worry is high. Frustration, sadness and fatigue sink in, and we wonder why.

While riding down the road going to an estate sale, my friend Connie told me the most interesting story about something that happened when she was a child.

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It’s been four weeks since I received my second dose of the COVID-19 vaccine, but very little has changed for me. I’m still living in pandemic mode. The only difference is that when I’m out for a walk, I no longer step off the sidewalk and onto the street when I approach someone who’s not wearing a mask. Turns out, “cave mentality” is a thing. Though we show off our vaccine cards like a ...

I would walk 10 miles around a controversy. I don’t like to argue, even on those occasions when I know I’m right and somebody else is full of ... well, just wrong. I hope that doesn’t mean I’m a weak person, because I’ll stand up for something that I believe in.

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On Easter Sunday we celebrated the sacrament of infant baptism. Baptism is a sign and seal of what Jesus Christ has already done in the life of the child, but it is also a commitment by parents and the community of the church to help nurture the child in her own journey of faith, to provide …

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The U.S. suicide rate has risen dramatically in recent years, and certified money coach Tammy Lally of Washington, D.C., is convinced money shame is a contributing factor.

April has been designated as National Distracted Driving Awareness Month by the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration and that’s a good reminder of the importance of putting down your cellphone or anything else while you drive and putting your focus exactly where it should be: on th…

Therapists learn that some people are very difficult to help. Often they are the patients who most need to gain insight and adapt their behavior to overcome the struggles they are having. They can keep repeating the cycles of failure to succeed in their personal or vocational relationships. Here are some clues to recognize these behavior types:

Several months ago, I was overcome with the heavy desire to touch the surface profiles of some of the people who are showing their courageous nature, which is referred to by some as the best self, during these turbulent times.

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James Cook, a Georgia Highlands College professor emeritus of history and guest columnist of the Rome News-Tribune, died Friday. He was 80.

Lately, I have had the good fortune to spend time with Gary Bertsch on his turf — his back yard, which is a becoming garden of greenery and blooms, befitting his lifestyle, his work, his seasoned view of the world and a life well lived.

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I was watching television when a scene brought back a memory. This was in the early 1940s. Times were hard back then, there was no jobs to be had.

When I was first diagnosed with COVID-19, I thought “Wouldn’t this make a great column?” I took a Diagnosis Day selfie and posted it on Facebook. Why the heck not?

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To say the past year – the roughly 12 months since the COVID-19 pandemic began – has been stressful would be an understatement. So much changed so quickly that many people experienced anxiety and depression, as well as stress. Many others experienced grief, over the loss of a loved one and p…

Dad held my hand as we strolled toward the mammoth beast he wanted me to ride. Since I was only 5, the horse resembled a dinosaur but didn’t appear as if he could spew fire. Dad hoisted me into the saddle as I realized horses are sure larger in real life instead of those on television. I tri…

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Without his parent’s permission, young Jimmy Ward at the ripe age of fourteen, feeling cocky upon entering high school, decided to invite a buddy over to his house after school.

It’s been a long time since I last rented a place to sleep at night. Covering meetings related to the serious housing shortage in Rome has been cause for pause, because I can’t imagine paying what is considered “affordable” rent nowadays.

Spring is known for its beauty. It is fragrant and bright after a gray, sleepy, secluded season. Winter is a hiding time. Nature is buried in ‘the underneath,’ and we stay cozied up beneath blankets, thick sweaters, hats and scarves — all the layers.

Every time I hear the expression “I have got this” I am inclined to think that my Brother Charles must have invented it some 60 years ago. Being the oldest of seven siblings put him in that position. Even now he still has the desire to take care of all of us.

The recent death of Jack Thompson left me recalling his departure from this troubled earth with a flood of warm reminisces, dating back to the time when we were teammates at the University of Georgia.

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In the early 1940s when I was 14, I had a birthday party on the fourth of the month. A friend of mine named Jimmy and I were headed there, to Pennington Avenue. Back in those days there were two ways of getting places, walking or riding the bus. Since money was hard to come by, walking was t…

We’re a good ways past Valentine’s Day, but something happened this year that has stayed with me. It was a clear example of the love and thoughtfulness that not only makes holidays special but sustains us throughout the rest of the year.

Over the course of the last decade, I have worked to recruit and retain industries across Catoosa, Chattooga, Dade and Walker counties. However, the last year has been a major challenge for our existing businesses and many who may have considered locating to the Southeast at large.