”My motto was always to keep swinging. Whether I was in a slump or feeling badly or having trouble off the field, the only thing to do was keep swinging.”

One of the most valuable tools that we have at our disposal as Christians is prayer.

When I find myself spending an hour of my life watching something called “Dodgeball Thunderdome” on television, it means I’m having a severe jonesing for some sports action.

It all happened so fast, and my life flashed before my eyes in such a haze, that I’m surprised that I can recount the tantalizing details here now — you’re welcome.

They are revving up here for the big event of the year, like the Chevrolet Camaro V8 engine of the son of this mountain town’s most famous resident, “Awesome Bill from Dawsonville.”

It seems like difficult situations are the rule of thumb in 2020, doesn’t it? If it can go wrong it will, and often in ways that we couldn’t possibly have imagined.

It was said about him that even if he was taking a shower or cleaning a horse stable, he had a smile on his face and a song on his lips.

Having fun with family and friends is essential. Now that autumn is here, our thoughts turn to the holidays and all the fun activities for this time of year. My birthday is in October and that gets me enthused about traditions this time of year.

Near the end of a recovery rally last month in Polk County – one of the 12 Northwest Georgia counties served by Highland Rivers Health – staff member Lydia Goodson dragged a backpack filled with bricks onto the small stage where earlier she and others had shared their personal stories of recovery.

When I was a little girl, my parents would often say, “Lynn, you are too sensitive!” Yes, I would cry at the drop of a hat, and my feelings were hurt regularly. Bullies frightened me, and I despised when whispers floated in front of me. I hated strife, ridicule, and injustice toward anyone.

I’d like to share a story with you that I found years ago (author unknown):

Writing a newspaper column is not as easy as you might think. I’ve started and stopped this week at least three times. I’ve erased — excuse me, deleted — my words more times than I want to admit to you. I guess that means I’ve put a little extra thought into this space this week.

It doesn’t happen often that we catch my dad in a mistake. He is meticulous about details and, even if he is wrong, he has some form of data with which to convince you that he is right.

One of the disadvantages of a front-porch and media-availability presidential campaign is that the two major candidates don’t get out into the country.

Words can often have different meanings, especially with the English language.

In my writings, I have wrote about a little bit of everything. I have wrote about snakes, bears, deers, and all kind of bugs and other creatures. The most amazing creature of them all is the human species of animals.

As the visit with our family in Idaho ended, we realized just how quickly time had passed while we were here. Once again, we became acutely aware of how little time we have left in this world. Like a wrinkle in time, our last four months, mostly on the road, have been spent and gone forever.…

As reported in the news this week, folks are preparing for the holidays earlier than in previous years. This information should not come as a surprise to anyone.

This year will go down in history as one of humanity’s most challenging moments in time. We started 2020 with a strong economy, and in the blink of an eye we were crippled by a global pandemic. Needless to say, this year we have witnessed extreme highs and lows; yet, we are still here, still…

A Netflix documentary that blames Facebook, Twitter and other social-media companies for our growing political polarization is drawing record audiences. And while the movie has several shortcomings, it may help put greater pressure on those companies to clean up their act.

Marinor, how did it come to this?

We live in fractious times. It doesn’t matter where you are on the theological, political or philosophical spectrum, it seems there is an awful lot to worry about. What we need are people who serve as a non-anxious presence — those who offer hope in the midst of anxious times and circumstances.

Severo Avila, my colleague across the newsroom here at the RN-T, has already lamented the loss of events from the fall calendar due to COVID-19. Thank goodness one of my favorite events is still on the calendar for 2 p.m. Friday, Oct. 16.

A friend of mine recently approached a passel of bees in a feeding frenzy on an orange container, wearing an orange shirt. As he described the obvious outcome of quickly finding himself surrounded by hungry bees, he mentioned that his “lizard brain” kicked in and told him to get the heck out…

There’s a little convenience store that I frequent up the street from my house. I have spoken with the same attendant on several occasions — a kind young woman who looks like she’s lived longer than her twenty-something years. She’s a hard worker and manages the long, demanding lines very we…

OXFORD, Miss. – Recently, I came here on the way to someplace else, which many others often do. Spent about three hours consorting with three local luminaries and left with regret that my stop was all too brief. One should never come here hurried.

In the early days I was living in West Rome on Armstrong Street. There was a woman who lived down the street who acted like she was so much better than most folks. She drew a check from the government each month, so she was one of the few who had money. Most of the people who lived in the ar…

In the summer of 1845, Julia Barnsley came down with tuberculosis and died. Godfrey Barnsley was so grief stricken that construction of Woodlands was halted for a year. The exterior of the house he was building for her was finished in magnificent fashion but the interior remained unfinished.

As the year wanes, and I feel the undeniable nighttime chill that signifies approaching winter, I’ve been reflecting on the past year’s challenges, particularly those that the novel coronavirus has brought.

When I sat in the dental hygienist chair last week, she attached what I call the “bib” around my neck as they all do. The paper bib was adorned with a pattern of pink breast cancer ribbons scattered across its surface.

As much as we increasingly recognize the benefits of diversity in our workplaces and communities, there is one population that may be overlooked in discussions of diversity: individuals with disabilities. This year, as we mark the 30th anniversary of the Americans with Disabilities Act, let’…