The man who was

It is an inherited family trait. The same as stubbornness, oddness, and humor.We cannot miss reading the obituaries.Firstly, we want to ascertain that someone didn’t died that we knew and needed to pay our respects.

Tribute to a special nurse

A point of personal privilege, please. Last week, the Georgia Board of Regents officially approved the Jane J.Yarbrough Nursing Fellowship at the Wellstar School of Nursing at Kennesaw State University. Jane J. Yarbrough.The beloved Woman Who Shared My Name.This is no small thing.

Courtesy and kindness are ageless

It was the summer before THAT summer, when life as we had known and worn it like a comfortable cloak around our shoulders, hit a brick wall at 100 mph.People, afraid of catching the potent virus, stopped going to work or church.

Random thoughts on random subjects

For want of a nail, the shoe was lost. For want of a shoe, the horse was lost.And you know the rest.That familiar proverb is my way of saying that for want of a word, a critical fact got botched.

A childhood without books

Please, forgive me if you’ve heard this story before, either on page or in person. I tend to tell it two or three times a year.Because I cannot get my head around such nonsense.People often approach me, wanting to write a book.

How to be a ‘seasonal’ investor

As summer transitions to autumn, change is all around. You can experience different seasons in various aspects of your life, too, including when you invest. What are the seasons of an investor’s life and how should you respond to them?

Nothing artificial about Southern intelligence

Ring! Ring! Ring!“Hello. This is Dick Yarbrough, your modest and much-beloved columnist speaking. How may I help you?“Dickie, it’s your old pal, Artie!”“Artie? Artie who?”“Artie Fishel, of Artie Fishel Intelligence.Surely, you remember me.”“Ah, yes.

With their shoes on

Make no doubt about it: I was raised in a household of two of the most righteous people who ever lived.Both were mountain people who never gave a moment’s thought to looking back at the mountain poverty they had escaped. Both came down, out of the hills, and built a better life for themselves.

With their shoes on

It was the summer of my 12th year of life. I remember that clearly because I was in that awkward stage of too many freckles, too many pounds and long, wavy hair.All my life, I had heard talk of the first mountain church that had called Daddy as their Pastor: Mill Creek Baptist.

When being a UGA grad is a beautiful thing

Now, I’m going to blush. Not only am I smarter than smart, but I am also a chick magnet. My cup runneth over. With what little modesty I can muster, I must admit I didn’t set out to be this wonderful. I just picked the right university to attend.A firm called DatingAdvice.