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Happy 4th of July

This week I turned 60. To say that it hurt would be an understatement. I have long been depressed over the noticeable aging and obvious physical expansion taking me over like a body snatcher and I knew I had two ways to go.

Someone asked me once if I was Bobby Lang’s daughter and I had to answer honestly: “I used to be, but now I am just the mother of his grandchildren.”

For more than 15 months we have been struggling to stay home when human nature bids us to go out into the world and celebrate life. For many of us, home became our workplace, our home base and our vacation spot.

Retirement at its best

Three days before my graduation in 1979, I skipped class with a friend. This was the first time I had ever skipped a class in my life. I told the officer that wrote up the accident we had at Burger King while skipping school the same thing. He simply shook his head. My mother laughed (years …

Devin Simmons sang the national anthem before the Rocket City Trash Pandas game last Sunday. The 23-year-old Simmons of Athens auditioned for the opportunity in March of 2020. Simmons is a graduate of Athens High School and Jacksonville State University. He is the son of Joel and Cathy Simmo…

Hometown Heroes

If I had a nickel for every time my mother looked at me, cut her eyes to the heavens and said, “God knows I tried,” I could retire a wealthy woman. Truth be told, she did try. I just didn’t make things easy for her. I still don’t.

SpaceX

I received a phone call from my favorite cousin, Michael Cheatham, a little over a week ago. I seldom hear from Michael, but he’s the one person that I know would be first in line to help me with anything if I ever needed him. 

I must admit that being an adult is way overrated and the older you get, the worse it becomes. The days of getting what you ask for or even think you deserve are long gone. Nothing fits, nothing sustains and we find that nothing or no one lasts forever. 

I have heard it said if you can’t sleep, it’s because you are awake in someone else’s dream. If that’s a fact, then folks have been dreaming about me since 1973. My sleep patterns are horrendous.

The inside of my head resembles that of a 2-year-old with far more questions than answers. Some of them are thought-provoking, but the bulk of them are just totally random thoughts.