America is already great; make it good again

Dear Mr. President, I am writing a letter you likely will never see or even know of its existence. So, why the effort?Just because I think it needs to be said.You won the election, no question about it. That makes you president. My president.

The joy of the rain

It was in the gloaming of a hot, July evening. I was dressed in jeans, an Elvis tee shirt, and farm boots, cleaning weeds near the stream that runs under our driveway.A bristling wind suddenly lifted the leaves and I looked up to see the skies darkening further. I called to the dogs.“Y’all c’mon.

Some random thoughts on random subjects

It was a simple gesture.Probably meaningless to anyone but me.We were at the funeral home, celebrating the well-lived, godly life of our Aunt Kathleen. Tink and I were seated on the sofa, near her beautiful casket, when my cousin, Wanda, plopped down in my lap and threw her arm around me.

My cousin

It was a simple gesture.Probably meaningless to anyone but me.We were at the funeral home, celebrating the well-lived, godly life of our Aunt Kathleen. Tink and I were seated on the sofa, near her beautiful casket, when my cousin, Wanda, plopped down in my lap and threw her arm around me.

Operation Christmas Child off ers thanks for contributions

Dear Editor,The overwhelming generosity of the people of Milledgeville helped provide joy to children in need through Operation Christmas Child shoebox gifts this season. Across the U.S., the Samaritan’s Purse project collected 10.5 million shoebox gifts in 2024.

The wedding gift

It was a wedding gift.We never knew from whom it came. Even after all these years.I just opened the front door and there sat a quart jar of clear liquid. My first thought was that it was water.Then I saw the note.“Congratulations on your marriage. Have a toast, from a friend.

Some facts of life for a new great-grandson

Dear Samuel Knox Wansley:Who are you, and who am I? The answer is that you are the youngest member of the family, still awaiting your first birthday, and I am your great-grandfather who doesn’t have that many birthdays left ahead.

Week One Under the Gold Dome

The first week of the 2025 Legislative Session has officially come to a close. It is a privilege to return to work under the Gold Dome, where I remain steadfast in my commitment to addressing the issues that matter most to Georgians across our great state.

Fried baloney sandwiches

It happened in Kentucky a while back. Perhaps 13 years. The name of the small town in which we had stopped, escapes me completely, but that matters not to the story.I was on a three-day, three-town speaking tour with Kentucky’s first female governor, Martha Layne Collins.

Swapping one problem for another at Okefenokee?

While some things may change, others seem not to at all. I am talking about the efforts to dragmine our Okefenokee National Wildlife Refuge for titanium dioxide so mankind never runs short of toothpaste whitener.