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Ronda babysits

Ronda Rich's picture

If you ever hear that I have been babysitting, know this: It was an absolute act of desperation on the part of the mothers. It means there was no other option.

And it does occasionally happen.

As in the case of Nicole, who had a doctor’s appointment and called. “Are you up for a little babysitting? I won’t be gone long.”

“Gone long.” Key words here because that means “such an abbreviated time that even Ronda can handle it.” So, I agreed. Read More»

Alice

Sallie Satterthwaite's picture

Someone stopped me recently on the cart path, confirmed that I was who she thought I was, and told me she enjoyed my work.

Then, hesitantly, she asked me about the monument in the city green area off Willowbend Road. She had noticed that the name on it was also Satterthwaite.

When I told her it was a memorial to our daughter Alice, she apologized for having brought up what she supposed was a painful subject.

It is not, of course, and I told her so. I’m always grateful for an opportunity to share memories of the sweet child who blessed our lives for 17 short years, so long ago. Read More»

The art of riding trees

Rick Ryckeley's picture

Growing up at 110 Flamingo Street for seven years, my three brothers, sister, and I had summers filled with adventures and misadventures.

The adventures were a lot more fun than misadventures, and a lot less painful. Some of these led to doctor visits, a few sent us to the hospital and some were downright too crazy to even to try once, much less continue to do for an entire summer.

Such was the art of riding trees. Read More»

No such thing as a former Marine

David Epps's picture

“A Marine is a Marine ... there’s no such thing as a former Marine. You’re a Marine, just in a different uniform and you’re in a different phase of your life. But you’ll always be a Marine because you went to Parris Island, San Diego or the hills of Quantico.” – Commandant of the Marine Corps, General James F. Amos

Anyone who doubts that statement only need visit the monthly meeting of the Clyde Thomason Detachment #1325 of the Marine Corps League that serves Coweta and Fayette counties. Read More»

A family’s gratitude

Terry Garlock's picture

I often read in this paper citizen criticism of Peachtree City’s police and fire organizations as being overstaffed, their budgets in need of a tighter trim. This is to offer a different perspective.

My 10-year-old daughter Kristen has an occasional seizure. On three occasions when she had a particularly bad episode, we called for the local ambulance and have been grateful for the response, even though a critic would ask why we also needed a fire truck and too many men in our living room while an EMT gave Kristen oxygen and checked her vital signs.
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A sincere apology

Cal Thomas's picture

The first apology by Rush Limbaugh, posted on his website over the weekend, sounded forced, qualified, almost defensive. The second, broadcast live on his Monday show, sounded sincere and heartfelt.

Rush Limbaugh did something not usually associated with either himself or bombastic talk radio. He apologized for calling a woman a “slut” and a “prostitute.”

The woman, 30-year-old Sandra Fluke, a law student at Georgetown University, wants the Catholic school to pay for contraceptives in its insurance policy because, she says, she and her friends cannot afford the cost otherwise. Read More»

Stevie and the Hall of Fame

Ronda Rich's picture

The text from my friend, Stevie, popped up on my phone. “We made the Hall of Fame! Woo Hoo!!!”

I already knew. I had just read the news story announcing the next five inductees into the NASCAR Hall of Fame and knew that Stevie’s husband, Darrell Waltrip, was included. I had seen the photo from the moment of the announcement in Charlotte that showed Darrell with tears streaming down his face and Stevie laughing happily.

I replied to the text with my congratulations then re-read hers again, struck by one word: “We.” Read More»

Bring community theater back to Fayette

Michael Boylan's picture

Back in the day - we’re talking before I had kids, so at least eight years ago, if not more, I was fairly involved with the local arts scene. I was handling the Names and Faces section, like I am today, and I knew the heads of the local community theaters and the players that were trying to get a theater built in Fayette County. I attended meetings, talked with people on the Endowment Committee for the Cultural Arts, and really wanted to help make a push for Fayette County to recognize the efforts of these groups and individuals. Read More»

Once upon a marriage

Sallie Satterthwaite's picture

A glimpse inside close friends’ marriage stirs in me a desire to tell the world about it, and they agreed, under the condition of anonymity. Maybe their story will mean something to another couple struggling with life, then again, maybe not. See what you think.

He was the first guy she met in college that she didn’t try to impress. For one thing, he was all but engaged and, for another, she was painfully aware that her plain features were not enhanced by chlorine-soaked hair and an old sweatshirt, so why waste the effort? Read More»

Green energy nightlights

Rick Ryckeley's picture

If we’re lucky, some fond childhood memories are carried with us the rest of our lives: pieces of childhood hidden safely away in the darkness that we can, from time to time, bring forth into the light, look at, and smile. I truly believe it’s a way we all can stay young.

This story is about just such a memory — a memory that has followed me into the very house we now live, but The Wife knows nothing of it. It started where a lot of my memories start – in a backyard that bellied out into a swamp just behind 110 Flamingo Street. Read More»

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