Words cannot express the horror that went through my mind as images of the deadly tornado that swept through Oklahoma began to be broadcast Monday afternoon.
Sometimes when I speak I am asked to field questions from the audience.
Now that I am a retired educator I guess I have to decide what to tell people when they ask me what I do for a living.
All good things must come to an end. I haven't really gotten tired of teaching. I just don't have the energy to do it all day any longer.
If you still have your mother this Mother's Day, cherish her. If you do not, cherish her memory.
Words. We all have the same ones at our disposal but many of us seem determined to use the same ones over and over.
If they had a yearbook for towns Hazel would have been best-dressed in Covington's for the past 88 years running.
The lunchroom was one of the best things about having the privilege of being educated in Porterdale.
Last week I stumbled across a place I had never been -- and it is a place so filled with the types of treasures that are near and dear to my heart that I will have to keep going back.
May 1 was a day we all looked forward to when I was a little linthead growing up in Porterdale.
Sometimes Southern sandwiches made frozen TV dinners look good.
Confederate Memorial Day is for remembering those who fought and died for a cause they believed in.
Huckaby takes a trip down memory lane via hair products.
Kate Caruso was a bright light in a world that seems to be growing darker with each passing season.
When I learned of the attacks in Boston on Monday, I sat down and pounded out a column full of anger and belligerence. The next day, my youngest child, Jenna -- after taking time to reflect -- sat down and penned the following words.
I had such a warm and wonderful column planned for today ... That story will have to be postponed until Sunday.
The thing that separates normal ho-hums from days that live forever, of course, is the fact that on certain days monumental events take place
I have been having basketball withdrawals.
Somebody has got to realize that there has to be a better way to evaluate the success of a student, a teacher, a classroom, a grade level, a principal, a school, a school system and, yes, a superintendent of schools than the almighty standardized test scores.
I think that relaxing with a good cup of hot coffee at the beginning of the day is good for the soul.
I was a fan of women's basketball long before it was cool.
What a difference a year can make.
Just when I thought it was safe to glance at the news again I confirmed my growing suspicion that the world has gone slap dab crazy.
I am about to enjoy my 39th -- and final -- spring break, as a classroom teacher.
I have never cared too much for bats.
In competition there are winners and losers. Period.
Thi is what I like about the South.
I got the same email every day for a week. I had been "selected" to audition to become the subject of a documentary/reality television show about a real life Clark Griswold character.
Whatever happened to getting in the family car and going for a ride? Other than $4 a gallon gas, I mean.
They used to only come in little green bottles, as far as I knew anything about.
Huckaby is reacquainted with old friend Louis L'Amour while in Houston airport.
Just when you thought politics couldn't be fun anymore, Kentucky's Rand Paul stands up and puts on a show in the Senate that rivaled Strom Thurmond at his best.
So how's the sequestration going so far, y'all?
I have been a classroom teacher for 39 years now and had hoped to be able to make a career of it.
I'll have plenty to do, once the weather gets warm.
I used to love Southern Living Magazine.
Friday was a cold, damp, wet, dreary day in the North Georgia Piedmont — a day that could have easily given way to dark depressing thoughts to match the elements.
Country music brings back memories of our family travels.
President's Day a good time to reflect on what our presidents have taught us.
Teaching has many trials and tribulations -- along with many rewards.
It is way past time to put a few worn out words and phrases to rest.
I have decided to celebrate my upcoming retirement -- this one is for real -- by going back to Boston.
People are constantly asking me why I decided to grow a beard.
We are engaged in a great debate over whether the Boy Scouts of America should or will change their longstanding position against allowing homosexuality to creep into the Scouting movement.
I’ve always been partial to trivia — even before it was called trivia.
I learned that hundreds of Facebook friends have my back.
How much of the bill for the proposed new stadium does Arthur Blank expect the taxpayers to pick up?
I'm building a collection of history's most interesting figures.
I wouldn't say I travel to Athens all that frequently, but when I crank my car, I have a hard time steering it in another direction.
Can we talk? About race I mean? Can we talk reasonably and sensibly and without rancor and emotion?