Life, Darwin noted, involves constant struggle. Indeed, one of the great paradoxes of existence is that life is always seeking and striving for balance — and yet if perfect balance were ever achieved, life would cease to exist, or at least cease to be meaningful.
Thanks, college football powers-that-be, for the new and improved football playoff experience. Now please don’t hesitate to take the next step.
Each year, after Christmas, I like to take a few moments to evaluate my gift-giving experience — and, even more importantly, my gift-receiving experience.
Welcome to another edition of “Stupid things I have said.” Once again, I find myself severely limited in terms of space, but if you want to read every one of the stupid things I said over the past year, you can find all my columns online in the Gwinnett Daily Post archives.
Last week, in the first installment of this two-part series aimed at married guys, I talked about three things any good wife wants.
A couple of months ago, I wrote a pair of columns aimed at married women about “what your husband really wants.” This time around, in the interests of fairness, balance, and gender equity, I’d like to address the husbands.
What happens to a free society when those charged with uncovering truth decide instead that advancing a cause, however dubious, is more important?
The problem for Georgia fans is that they have a good football program, maybe even a very good football program. It’s just not an elite football program, one that competes regularly for national championships. Whatever the reason, the Dawgs can’t seem to get over that hump.
Seriously, guys, do we really need a Public Service Announcement featuring NFL players to teach us not to hit women?
Last week, specifically addressing married women, I wrote about three things your husband wants from your relationship — assuming he’s a decent guy. Here are four more.
Assuming your guy is a keeper, there are certain things he wants from a relationship that you probably ought to be aware of — and some of them might surprise you.
When I hear the talking heads profess shock and dismay over the latest athletic scandal at the University of North Carolina, I have to wonder if their angst is manufactured.
Between 1904 and 1912, newspaperman Ambrose Bierce penned a series of columns for the Hearst newspapers offering his satirical definitions of everyday terms, which he later compiled into a single volume under the title “The Devil’s Dictionary.”
Like most Georgians — heck, most Americans — I currently suffer from EFS: Election Fatigue Syndrome. Symptoms include an aversion to telephones and a growing conviction that everything politicians say is a lie.
Don’t wish your life away, and your kids’ lives away, waiting for them to grow up. Trust me, they will, and all too soon.