For only the second time, I was in a room with all of my grandchildren.

My late father-in-law, Mr. Claude Hunnicutt, once told me that it takes a lifetime to learn how to live, but by then it’s too late to do you much good.

I have spent the past 30 years of my career training private pesticide applicators. 

Winter isn’t my most favorite time of the year, considering how cold it can be and how early it gets dark. 

I’ve mentioned a trip to Cumberland Island in this column before that was declared a “Galentine’s Day” adventure.

In an old box of pictures and other memorabilia that Mrs. Anne dropped off to keep at Collins Home, I came across a tiny worn book of “New Prayers.”  

I know it is the day before Valentine’s Day, but I am so excited to tell you — there’s a new lady in my life.

he January meeting of The Compassionate Friends was dedicated to the reflections of 2018. 

We now find ourselves in the coldest, deepest, darkest days of winter surrounded by bleak, barren landscapes. 

BabyRead’s poster showing photos of babies and toddlers engaged in books at the 2018 K-4 screening caught Casey’s eye.

What will it take? What will it take for congressional members and the liberal media to have a favorable comment on anything President Trump does or says?

Regardless of whether you are fishing a major impoundment or a private farm pond, few could argue that crankbaits are one of the best bass-catching baits you could tie on your line, especially during warming weather when a bass’ metabolism is picking up and they are actively chasing forage fish.

With the warmer, balmy air blowing through campus the past couple of days, the children are taking their time wandering from their cottages to the Learning Resource Center, the banquet hall, playground and occasionally making a stop in our offices.  

I made a discovery earlier this week that I think would send most women my age into a mild panic.