Commentary: The core problem with Cobb
It can’t have been easy to be a Cobb resident this week. Since Monday’s surprise announcement of the Braves’ impending relocation to a vacant lot near Cumberland Mall, the prevailing attitude from the rest of the metro area has been: Effing *Cobb*. Those highway-worshipin’, Applebees-eatin’ suburbanites spit in the face of progress [time][1] and [again][2], then steal our baseball team.
After the carnage in Paris, our restaurant columnist recalls its past
Paris is my hometown, a city I love more than any on Earth. And as anyone can tell you who has watched the 1966 movie The Battle of Algiers, Parisians discovered citywide terrorism practically before anyone else.
Guest Commentary: Cathy Woolard on why T-SPLOST will get Atlanta back on its feet
"Over the last fifty years, metropolitan Atlanta overlooked neglected but valuable urban land in search of easy development in surrounding forests and farmland. More recently, the negative effects of urban sprawl have led to new development in in town Atlanta. But without providing an adequate public transportation system for our growing in population, congestion and pollution will diminish our cherished quality of life.
It’s time to stop criminalizing HIV
Georgia law hasn’t caught up to science. For people living here with HIV, consensual sex can still lead to felony charges. An Atlanta writer shares his concerns and why it's time for change.
Commentary: Tuition hikes and HOPE on the rocks. No wonder parents are stressing.
First, the somewhat good news. On Tuesday, the Georgia university system's board of regents announced 2012-2013 tuition rates for Georgia colleges and universities, trumpeting that the increase would be the lowest in a decade.
How my girls’ trip to Atlanta became a massive post-stroke breakthrough
I glanced at my wheelchair stowed away in the trunk and took a deep breath as my friend Setu pulled her SUV out of the driveway. We exchanged wide-eyed grins, still in disbelief that this trip was actually happening. We were headed to Atlanta for a highly anticipated, whirlwind girls’ weekend. It was going to be my first trip in fifteen years without my parents. It all started when my brother and sister-in-law somehow nabbed, for my 38th birthday, the most coveted item of this decade: floor seats to Taylor Swift’s Eras Tour in Atlanta. And it turned into an empowering, disability-friendly girls’ trip made seamless by Atlanta’s accessibility and springtime vibes.
How my mother’s clutter helped me get to know her better
This may sound odd, but as Mother’s Day approaches, I would like to offer a few words in support of pack rats—those governed by the impulse to squirrel away, in drawers and closets and under beds, the minutiae of one’s life. Yes, it can be done to excess. No doubt many of you, after emptying the home of a dead relative, have vowed never to bequeath that chore to those you leave behind. But decluttering can be insidious as well.
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