Who said good TV can't be informative?
I have taught many subjects, for some of which I certainly did not have certification, such as speech, debate and mathematics. I have even been pressed into emergency teacher status for a special education class and the band. Each one of the preceding two could have a paper printed about the experience. However, the one I feared most and the one the students really wanted me to do was become their teacher for the sex education part of the biology class!
Recently I have learned to really understand the phrase "this is why we can't have nice things" which I heard all through my childhood but never really understood the significance of. After spilling juice on tablecloths staining them for eternity or somehow managing to ruin the playground set in our backyard, I would always hear my mom -- in a very exasperated tone, I should add -- exclaim: "See! This is why we can't have nice things!" And being my young and carefree self I would think to myself "it's not my fault the playground set couldn't handle ...
NEW YORK -- The striking juxtaposition of the preternaturally perfect Angelina Jolie, waifish and wispy in a ghostly gown, and the punchy Pakistani schoolgirl Malala, her face cruelly misshapen by the effects of a Taliban bullet to the head, captures the confluence of feminine power assembled here to "lean on" the world to save women and girls.
Do all plants have flowers? It is a timely topic in spring, with flowers abounding and air that is laden with pesky pollen. Like any good love story, plant sex has no paucity of details and drama. To make our investigation easier, we can divide plants into four groups. They all do it differently, in ways that make a lot of sexual sense depending on the respective environment.
As the nation's capital prepares to open its first legal medicinal marijuana dispensary and Sen. Rand Paul's call for legalization basks in bipartisan praise, it's time for President Barack Obama to clear the air around his own passive-aggressive position on pot.
Two books recently transported me to the past, one real, the other not. Both featured late President Richard Nixon, one prominently, the other not so much. They provided me with food for thought … of where we have been, where we are now and where we could be.
I believe this to be the last entry in my insipid but genuine "chronicles of a college freshman". At least for now. In a way, I wish I could jot down a brief survival guide of sorts for other parents preparing to travel a similar road. But regrettably, we know that's not how it works. It's not a chapter in a spicy novel we can rush through but a scene in a play that must be acted out. It must be lived and felt. The first year of college ushers in difficult and, at times, heart-rending change for ...
It's no secret that the hand-written note is going the way of the buggy whip and the adding machine.
Remember how excited you were when the product of your dreams hit the market?
CAMDEN S.C. -- It isn't often that one gets to hear both the strains of "Dixie" and an African drum concert in the same public square. Nor, usually, are statue unveilings the riveting stuff of storytelling.
WASHINGTON -- The item was too delicious to resist: New York Times columnist Paul Krugman, he of the don't-worry, be-happy approach to the federal deficit, had been forced to declare personal bankruptcy. Except, it wasn't true.
Marvelous things are happening in Camden and Kershaw County. Yes, sometimes, we take two steps forward, one step back, but as every airline pilot knows, if a strong headwind takes us off-course, we get back on track and head for our destination, which in this case is a happy, prosperous City.
A few weeks ago I shared with the community my frustration with the stoplights around town. Since then I have received lots of feedback from locals who share my sentiments as well. However, there is one particular email that has really stuck with me for the past couple of weeks. In this particular email, the sender agreed with my frustrations and feelings regarding being trapped within my vehicle while waiting for a change of color but he also shared something else: "maybe it's just divine intervention for us all to slow down and reflect on how wonderful life is."
WASHINGTON -- Listening to the Supreme Court hear arguments in the same-sex marriage cases was like watching a novice diver inch to the edge of the high board for the first time.
I don't often get the chance, simply due to my work schedule, but every now and then I like to see what our sister paper in Bishopville, the Lee County Observer, has on its front page.
My people, as I have long said, were raised up on hard times in the Appalachian foothills. I don't know that I had a grandparent who ever saw the sum of $500 at one time or even held a $100 bill in hand.
I was browsing through a community newspaper recently -- not this one -- when I came across photos from the senior prom at a particular high school.
Trigger warning: This column will include discussion of ideas which may conflict with your own.
I am a musician, so I am, of course, also a big music fan. As far back as my memory can stretch, way before I ever learned to play an instrument, I loved to listen to music. Mostly it was on the radio, but my parents and older sister had a few record albums, too.
Nothing instills fear in the heart and soul of humans as does a snake. Since the beginning of recorded history, snakes have been a symbol of evil, treachery, poison, etc., and because of this perception, misinformation and folklore, most people hate snakes. Personally I have no problem with snakes; roaches and tarantulas are a different story, but a snake? No worries.
WASHINGTON -- You know we're off to the races when the first slip of the tongue by the presumed Republican presidential front-runner consumes the news for days and launches the primary race in earnest.
I have a picture -- probably my favorite of my parents -- which sits on my desk in my office at home. It was taken circa 1960, give or take a year or two, on the evening of the West Point Founder's Day ball.
More than 60 percent of us who live in South Carolina today were born here. As native South Carolinians, we grew up imbibing the history, heritage and myths of the South. And there is no stronger myth of the South than the myth of the Lost Cause, as beautifully and brilliantly portrayed by the 1939 romantic historical film epic, Gone With the Wind.
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