Letters to the Editor

What you probably don’t know about our homeless population To the editor:    There are homeless camped out in tents, living in their cars and under a shed at a local church.

Memories through the looking glass

   Freshly 15-years-old, I sat on the couch with only one birthday present left to open – from my grandmother. Propped against the wall, sat a tall, slender box covered in wrapping paper. I had no idea what it could be.

Are you ready for college football?

   College football season is only a week away. For some, college football season means watching a battle on the gridiron if nothing else is on the TV. For others, it is everything! Regardless of your viewing habit, it is a great time for making memories with family and friends.

Letters to the Editor

Pray for Donald Trump and campaign workers To the editor: One thing this current administration has taught us is how often we must inspect their claims of accomplishments.

There still are no words

   As writers, we strive to have the right words.    Whether it’s to define a particular place or happenings in time, usually we can.

Support your local United Way

   Habersham County United Way’s annual fundraising campaign has officially kicked off. On Aug. 13, more than 135 people filled the room in support. The goal for this year’s campaign is $650,000.

Reducing business restrictions a move in right direction

   Politicians like to talk about “getting government out of the way.” What does that mean, exactly?    Taxes probably come to mind first among ways the government inhibits the private sector.

Build it and he will come

   Almost one year ago, my phone began to vibrate as the name Matthew Osborne flashed across the screen, calling to offer me a job as a reporter at The Northeast Georgian.

Go Raiders!

   There is nothing like Friday Night Lights in Northeast Georgia. Tonight, our varsity Raider football team will line up on the gridiron to face off against the Stephens County Indians on their Reservation.

I lost my best friend

   My husband, Matthew Osborne, is gone.    I still expect him to walk through the door, any door, or walk down the stairs. I’m waiting for something that according to facts — something I typically thrive on and don’t work against me in this manner — is not going to happen.