I've said it before, but cell phones today make it so we are never alone. I was texting with a friend of mine last weekend and she asked what I was doing. I told her I was going to the pool to swim and sunbathe. She asked if anyone was going with me and I said no. We got into a dialogue about how I often do things alone and how that doesn't seem to bother me as it does others.
WASHINGTON -- About that stunning defeat.
(Editor Martin L. Cahn is on vacation, recuperating from surgery. This column first ran on June 13, 2009, and is republished here at his request in light of recent news that Kasem's daughters were planning to remove him from life support during the last few days.)
Not long ago, a friend of mine was huffing, puffing and carrying on something awful about an injustice she had recently suffered. She had dealt with someone rather devious and the result was, well, rather devious.
I was talking with a community member recently who asked me what we do all summer since school is out. Although summer is obviously a time that schools are closed and teachers and assistants are off, the level of activity across the school district is actually pretty intense. Preparing to open school in a district with over 10,000 students and twenty buildings with a comprehensive instructional and extracurricular program is a huge undertaking that actually begins long before the previous school year has ended.
Over the last fifteen years, each of my five children, at one time or another has pleaded his or her case before (mom) court as to why he or she should accompany me to the voting booth that particular day. And why not? To the four year-old, it was an outing to unknown territory, always a diverting option in the midst of a cold, mundane November day. To the often-awkward middle-schoolers or the "tweeners", it was a chance for them to be seen - and heard, as they proceeded to inform me they know exactly whom I need to vote for ...
One of the many pleasures in life is watching the skills and talents of other people, sometimes seeing things you'd never expect.
WASHINGTON -- So much for the argument that having more people armed in public places will result in fewer gun deaths.
Happy Father's Day! A few weeks ago I wrote the story of my mother here, just in time for Mother's Day. Now, let me share a few words about my father.
I don't particularly want to write about makeup today, or any day really, but seeing as how I've burned through four sticks of eyeliner in a month, I thought it might be appropriate. I should start with the basic, obvious fact: it's summer and it's hot out most days and if you leave your bag of makeup in your car during the day, it's going to melt.
WASHINGTON -- You know how it goes. You lose track of friends and then one day, someone gets in touch to say the friend has left us to our mortal pursuits.
The Chronicle-Independent hit a major milestone in May. We decided not to make a big deal out of it, especially since we're far more concerned about covering the stories of Kershaw County than being a story ourselves.
It was a couple of years before Mama just up and died without warning and when we least expected it, that I was visiting her one day.
Early in my healthcare career, a mentor reminded me of the following quote, "We can heal people often times; we can improve their health most times; but we can care for people all times." I've seen that simple wisdom at play in every hospital where I've worked and I see it daily here at KershawHealth.
"You know you're going to write my obituary."
CLEVELAND -- Imitation may be the highest form of flattery, but plagiarism, not so much.
After the school year ends and the dust settles, it's always fun and gratifying for me to look at the accomplishments of our students ...
As the years of Mama's life grew long into the shadows of age, she managed to squeeze every bit of good out of growing ...
WASHINGTON -- Nice, France.
And with those famous words from the old Underdog cartoon show, I bid you all a fond adieu.
I met the guy -- seems just like yesterday -- one day when I was home from the Lowcountry visiting the office. I think I had met ...
WASHINGTON -- Horror. Shock. Disbelief. Numbness. Grief. Anger. And terrible sadness.
The despair in their eyes haunts me still. The dullness of emotion, the deadness of spirit shall remain forever embedded in my memory.
I was talking with Darlington (S.C.) County Treasurer Belinda Copeland last week and we were having a bit of fun over some of the ...
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