Correcting the record on the Vietnam generation

For those of you with some walking-around knowledge of what goes into this space each week, you know that I write what I mean, and mean what I write. But today, I am going to walk back something I said a few weeks ago because I didn’t say it well.

The privilege of being a homemaker

A member of our extended family went to be with the Lord not long ago. It was an unexpected but expected death, long in coming and full of pain and torture.For me, it is Tennessee Williams who usually comes to mind when death calls.

It hurt not to be remembered

Over the next few days and nights after the disturbing discovery, the main question I pondered was, “Why does it even matter to me?”I didn’t lose sleep over it – it’s almost impossible to lose sleep with as little as I get.

What do Bulgarians know about the South?

According to QR Code Generator – whatever that is – Georgia is the least sociable state in the union. If that is true, you may not be of the mind to share this information with anyone at the next church social, because you may not be feeling sociable and apparently, neither will anyone else.

The Urgency of Now

As a former Georgia state senator, mayor of Milledgeville, and Vietnam helicopter pilot, I bring decades of experience and a steadfast commitment to democracy and women’s rights to our beloved state of Georgia.

Setting the Vietnam War record straight

Let’s face it, the Vietnam War was not our finest hour. The Greatest Generation that took on Germany and Japan in World War II and prevailed, came home and spawned a Not-So-Great Generation that put self over country.How the U.S.

The folks who are proud of you

About a year ago, Tink and I were visiting our friends, Don and Debbie Reid in Staunton, Virginia.In their living with the over-stuffed chairs and sofa, the four of us had settled into a long, easy conversation. The kind you have with people who are your kind. Don’s phone beeped with a text.

And they’re off

Our father, my sisters and I spent the better part of three-years with our mother during that slow, halting walk into her sunset. There were of course moments of joy and memory, good days and bad...it was hard with almost each visit, finding a bit less of our Shirl was still there.

Trusting your gut

It’s one of life’s hardest lessons to learn and then, just as hard to make it stick: Trusting an unseeable force – intuition.Daddy preached it.“Stick to your gut. It’ll never fail you.

Get schooled by a job

It did not feel like Christmas morning, or even a birthday, that late afternoon when I received my first job offer. It was 1974, I was 13, and before the end of the year I was paying Social Security taxes.