I took my wife for better or worse. I didn’t take her for a coronavirus quarantine.

Rev. Cleavant Derricks was an old man when I met him. Or so I thought. His frail health made him seem much old than his 60-something years.

In 1984 when former Vice President Walter Mondale was running for president, he said something during the campaign he wished he had not said and later tried to correct his mistake. I don’t remember the details, but I do remember ABC’s Peter Jennings discussing the matter with political pundit George Will one evening.

One of my favorite psalms is psalm 46. The person who wrote it is not naive. He knows that there is nothing easy about life, and in the psalm he speaks of the world falling apart. Consequently, he has every reason to be fearful and anxious.

It is not cognitive dissonance -- the impossibility of holding two or more contradictory beliefs simultaneously -- to favor the $2 trillion coronavirus stimulus bill passed by Congress and signed by President Trump while at the same time worrying about what the increasing national debt (nearing $24 trillion and counting) will do to the country.

The International Olympic Committee has just learned that there is something called the coronavirus and that the virus doesn’t give a rat’s rump how important they perceive themselves to be.

I don’t think I’ve seen the world, or my little corner of it, in such widespread panic my entire life — not even during the Cuban Missile Crisis when we were crawling under our school desks every day in fear of the “Big One” being launched from Havana, apparently right toward the Osprey Mill in Porterdale.

He was the 44th vice president of the United States in the George H.W. Bush administration, but for the last 20 years, Dan Quayle has stayed mostly away from the unfriendly glare of political life.

If anything good can come from the coronavirus pandemic, it is the revelation of America's overreliance on China, especially when it comes to drugs.

Some years ago, I wrote a book titled "The Things That Matter Most." It was a critique of the continuing impact the '60s generation has had on the country.

In the days that I was a young girl working in the upper reaches of stock car racing, I had the joyous pleasure of knowing a true, courtly Southern gentleman named Junie Donlavey.

It has long been my policy not to weigh in on what everyone else in the media happens to be pontificating about at the time. Hence, you saw little here about the Trump impeachment trial. To add to that cacophony seemed a waste of my time — and yours.

The modern media trend is to make fun of President Trump for his alleged and actual misstatements of fact.

I don’t know many super-rich people. Where I grew up, if you had a house, a car, and a job, you were better off than most. Come to think of it, that still holds true today.

The modern media trend is to make fun of President Trump for his alleged and actual misstatements of fact.

After a mindboggling series of crashes at the end of the Daytona 500 and a near-death experience for driver Ryan Newman, NASCAR fans are abuzz with excitement as the series roars into Atlanta Motor Speedway this weekend for the Folds of Honor QuikTrip 500. There is racing both Saturday and S…

Just when you may have thought that the low quality of political rhetoric in Washington could not get any worse, along comes Senate Minority Leader Chuck Schumer (D-NY) to prove otherwise.

The other day I made cornbread and as I did, I spent time with Mama. She was there by my side as clearly as the times that, as a child, I watched her make it

With a chance to choose a presidential candidate to oppose Donald Trump this November, Democrats have had the opportunity to pick among a diverse list of 29 candidates. There were six female candidates, including a (cough! cough!) Native American. There were five black candidates, a Taiwanese, a gay and a gaggle of governors, senators, representatives, mayors and former cabinet secretaries. I got eye-glaze looking at the list and very well could have missed a visually impaired transvestite who slipped across the border from Aruba.So what do Democrats do? They have narrowed the field to two old white guys. You just can’t make this stuff up.

This column usually offers a safe space from politics, but occasionally I have to wade into the deep water. After all, everyone is talking about the coronavirus, the stock market, and the presidential election.

As I write these words, I am 6,386 miles from the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville.

What a difference a decision makes. Wasn’t it just the other day that Georgia Republican Congressman Doug Collins of Gainesville, the ranking member of the House Judiciary Committee, was the hero of the hour for his unwavering defense of President Donald Trump during his Kangaroo Court impeachment trial?

There is a disease going around, and I'm not talking only about the coronavirus.

It comes up in conversation every so often. Not a lot because no one seems to care much anymore.

The allure of Georgia’s barrier islands is there for anyone with an outdoor bent.

Our fledgling nation was in a real crisis in 1776. We were about to lose our war for independence before it really got started. The number of people who even supported independence was far south of 50%. The majority preferred living under British tyranny to actually fighting for liberty and freedom.

The Russians are like the devil. Each gets blamed (or credited) with more than they are responsible for.

Perhaps it is because I was raised as a storyteller then trained, through both education and career, as a journalist, that I have a deep-seated belief that a person is built through generations of kinfolks, then painted and decorated through personal experiences.

A while back, there were news reports of an elected official who appeared to be using her position to influence a police officer during a traffic stop.

The Democratic Party is in trouble. Not only did it have difficulty organizing what used to be simple caucuses in Iowa, the party risks repeating that debacle in Nevada on Saturday.

This junk wouldn’t have happened if Kenesaw Mountain Landis was alive.

Last week I confessed my ongoing love of the Three Stooges. It’s the definition of “guilty pleasure.” The dictionary calls it “something that one enjoys, but would be embarrassed by if other people found out.” It might be a childhood habit, a TV show, or some type of food. In other words, something that might be viewed as juvenile by one’s friends or family.

I recently interviewed Secretary of Education Betsy DeVos who claimed the president's proposed $4.8 trillion budget includes "a significant step toward returning flexibility to the states through a proposal to block grant all of the elementary and secondary education funds ... and let (states) prioritize where those funds are going to be best utilized."