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(Not So) Common Sense – Carole Townsend

Carole Townsend

What is it about a vacation?

What is it about a vacation?
By Carole Townsend

July in Georgia. This is just about the time that many of us are packing up the kids and heading for a beach somewhere down south.

Carole Townsend

Kids say the darndest things

Kids say the darndest things
By Carole Townsend
(Not so) Common Sense

I feel sure that I have shared this fact before, but for the record, I’ll do it again. I am a mom. My husband and I have four children, all of them now in their twenties.

Carole Townsend

Dads are underrated

I hope all the dads out there had a wonderful Father’s Day last weekend. Our family certainly did; all of our children and our granddaughter spent the day with us, and we spoiled my husband absolutely rotten. He deserved it.

Carole Townsend

Almost 250 years, and still going

Almost 250 years, and still going
By Carole Townsend

Independence Day is just around the corner. The holiday means different things to different people. Some view it as a guaranteed day off of work, to be celebrated with a barbecue, a body of water and dazzling fireworks.

Carole Townsend

Are there rules for dating your daughter?

(Not So) Common Sense

Are there rules for dating your daughter?
By Carole Townsend

We remember with tenderness and pure love the day that our babies are born, don’t we? Little girls, little boys…it really doesn’t matter. They were our sweet, precious, innocent little miracles. Their entire lives stretched out before them, all promise and perfection.

Carole Townsend

It’s the season for community, and you don’t want to miss it.

The days are getting longer, the weather is warming up, and the air is so thick with humidity that it feels like you could slice it with a knife. Yes, Georgia summers can be brutal but around here, in Gwinnett County, the weather is only half the story at this time of year.

Carole Townsend

It’s a jungle in here

It’s a jungle in here
By Carole Townsend

This is not an easy thing to admit, but I have a confession to make. I have been outwitted by a rogue band of fruit flies. They have taken up residence in my kitchen (my countertops have been sans fruit for nearly a week now), and they refuse to leave.