
(This is actually for 2 weeks' worth, since last week I was crazy busy!)
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Published: 2003
In a bigger city I might not have been so special, but the valley is a small pond and the fish are easily impressed.
"Why are we driving through Georgia?" I asked, though the obvious answer was "To get to Florida," because that's really the only reason anyone drives through south Georgia.
The wet swamp world was alive with green, damp motion, and it was hungry.
Published: 2009
If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Then quit. There's no point in being a damn fool about it.
~ W. C. Fields
Today, there are three kinds of people: The haves, the have-nots, and the have-not-paid-for-what-they-haves.
~ Earl Wilson
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely, or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature, and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.
~ Anne Frank
Worry often gives small things a big shadow.
~ Swedish Proverb
It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the Committee of Sleep has worked on it.
~ John Steinbeck
If all misfortunes were laid in one common heap whence everyone must take an equal portion, most people would be contented to take their own and depart.
~ Socrates
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
~ Mark Twain
Published: 2010
After the War Between the States, when the only way to get salt was to boil the dirt from the floors of the ravaged smokehouses, pour off the water, and use the residue in the bottom of the pot, wasting salt was a sin in Georgia.
"I'll bring you a pie. A pecan pie. That's what we do in Toccoa. Baking. Lots of baking, usually with nuts."
When she had been dancing alone, this was who she was with.

Published: 2000
This afternoon, at last, we weighed anchor. Now there are new sounds to join with the others. The wind clapping the sails, the men singing out in the rigging, the water churned by Endeavour's prow. Fine sounds. Sailing sounds.The first thing I did this year was travel around the globe. With the help, of course, of author Karen Hesse who penned this excellent and educational young adult novel about the expedition of Captain Cook and his crew between 1768-1771.