Can I get a hand, please?
I lost my wedding ring several years ago. I blame the pandemic.
I lost my wedding ring several years ago. I blame the pandemic.
The pandemonium created by the prediction of a historic ice storm, or maybe it just rains, in Middle Georgia reminds me of the craziest winter storm of my life.
In maybe somewhat subtle ways, the killing of Renee Nicole Good effects all of us.
Several years ago I considered writing a book titled “Dirt Road Memories.”
Georgia needs to have a long and detailed conversation about trucks. Instead, we’re at least briefly distracted by trains.
On a hypothetical field, the SEC wins every game against every out of conference opponent.
I have a dentist appointment coming up, and like most people, I’m not looking forward to it.
I’m going to get a haircut this week. Please try to contain your excitement over this. The lady that cuts my hair has been doing so about thirty years.
We have to be very careful about how quickly we reach a conclusion about tragic events.
For too many Georgia families, what comes in and what goes out isn’t working — in fact, it hasn’t been working for some time now.