She's a famous foe of "big government" in her presidential campaign. Yet Rep. Michele Bachmann says it is no big deal that her family is reported to have received several hundred thousand dollars in government benefits. We'll let the voters decide how big of a deal they think it is.
Is she in Ohio? Is she in Puerto Rico?
On the coast of Maine, a couple of hours down from Acadia National Park, there's a village with the wonderfully euphonious name of Wiscasset, and on its outskirts sits the Sea Basket.
Want to improve the housing market? Evict Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac.
Former first lady Betty Ford's funeral reminded many of us of how great she was. She also left some timely reminders of how great we could be, too.
The 2012 presidential race made its first splash overseas last month after Republican candidate Mitt Romney held an official campaign fundraiser in London.
WASHINGTON -- Most would agree that one would have to stoop pretty low to question the story of a man's mother's death.
"Journalism" is not a word one should attach to the now, thankfully, defunct News of the World. It certainly didn't practice the type of journalism we here at the C-I engage in ... and never will, I might add.
WASHINGTON -- I'd like to speak up for Michelle Obama's 1,700-calorie lunch the other day at Shake Shack. ShackBurger, 490 calories. Fries, 470. Chocolate shake, 740.
C. H. "Herb" Leaird, CEO of Black River Electric Cooperative, Inc., recently wrote, "Do you have a recollection of when electric power was extended to the Cassatt area? We want to assemble a more accurate history of Black River Electric Cooperative, Inc. Will you help us in Kershaw County?"
It is with a mixture of outrage and envy that an old-school newspaper veteran like me views Great Britain's newspaper hacking scandal.
On the Maine island where Wife Nancy and I spend time, I come in contact with lots of tourists -- over the course of a season, thousands of them who visit Acadia National Park.
As much as I tried to avoid being drawn in by the reality-TV drama known as the Casey Anthony trial, I was jerked alert by its conclusion, the most controversial murder acquittal since that of O.J. Simpson.
Most people are taught early on that they will not always get what they want in life. It's a lesson gained through personal experience, taught in schools, preached in churches and even the title of one of my favorite songs by the Rolling Stones," You Can't Always Get What You Want."
For most of us, it's the season of sun, sand and backyard barbecues. But the U.S. Conference of Mayors seems to think it's Christmas.
Here we are, in the midst of the Christmas season, and the Scrooges of the world have once again tried to ruin it for everybody.
Women deserve more seats in the highest corporate echelons. But a mandate is the wrong way to get there.
As a new year comes along, it's a time when most of us naturally reflect back on the previous 12 months and think about our accomplishments, our failures and other things that fall somewhere in between. For me, the end of the year has a very special meaning, since my first day on the staff of the Chronicle-Independent was Dec. 30, 2013. Happy anniversary to me. Yes, indeed, it is.
When this appears in print, it will be the day after Christmas and I hope the day was a meaningful one for you. The candlelight church services will be over, meals will have been eaten, the presents opened and the relatives come and gone (or not). What still remains, though, are the "hanging of the greens." This includes wreaths, door drapery, mantel mounds, banister baubles and of course the Christmas tree. Whether your greenery is real, artificial or some of both, its use and display are steeped in tradition from centuries ago.
Taking leaps of faith was the hot topic among myself and some of my friends this weekend.
After years of declaring a group or person of the year, I used this space a year ago to name KershawHealth the 2013 story of the year.
It was late in the summer of my parents' lives that I was born into a family with three children well on their way to being grown and done with home.
I threw away my Bill Cosby book a few days ago. It was funny, and it made me laugh but now because of who wrote it, it disgusts me. Perhaps that is petty, but I cannot read it or watch shows associated with Bill Cosby any longer.
When I was a school boy, there was a kid down the street named Rodney who had an "attitude problem," or at least that's what the adults called it. To me and my friends, Rodney was just a jerk.
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