I love working from home. I have a nice view of the trees outside my picture window, I can make my own lunch in my own kitchen. I can brew my coffee and sip it from my favorite mug. I don’t have to get up early, shower, dress, nag my 13-year-old to get dressed and… Continue reading All in a day’s work. Or is it?
Paul Fitzsimmons, a local farmer and father of three who spend his life dedicated to his land, his family and friends, died Saturday, July 21, 2007, at his home in Macon. Known for his love of the land, from which he made not only his living but also his life, Paul farmed and raised cattle… Continue reading Paul Fitzsimmons | 1935-2007
You are awesome and you are loved, and although the world is sometimes dark and scary, you light it up for everyone who knows you. Happy 16!
We all have things that weigh on our hearts. We can't lay them all down; we need to adjust how we carry them.
One family's story of epilepsy diagnosis and surgery and lessons learned.
Changed, not broken. Finding our way through diagnosis.
Gerald “Jerry” Payne, family man and U.S. veteran, dies at 69 Jerry Payne, whose greatest joy was his larger-than-life family, died of cancer on August 6, 2017. He was 69. Jerry was raised in a two-bedroom house in the tiny town of Lingo, so small it can’t boast of even one stoplight. The middle child… Continue reading Jerry Payne |
No one ever told you you couldn't. What wings that must give you! To know you can never fail. To trust that if you do if you fall from the sky someone - or something - will catch you. Maybe, I wonder, do you ever think, "I can't." ? Or perhaps you… Continue reading Flying
To drive for the joy of driving. Of riding. Of feeling tires on asphalt. Rolling. Rolling. A sea of trees rising and falling. Sunlight appearing. Disappearing. Light and color dance in and out of shadow. The hum of the road. The joy of the moment. The satisfaction of miles behind. The anticipation of… Continue reading Lucky
Do more. Be more. Be better. But we're never enough. And too much. We're worthy of love and of respect. If only we could see it in ourselves. If only we believed it. Instead, we hang onto old versions of ourselves. We change our name, our hair, our address. But we feel our old… Continue reading Stories