Tobacco was an important part of life in Georgia during the thirties and forties. Every man smoked -- a pipe, cigar, or cigarette. Farmers raised tobacco as a money crop and their own use. Most women did not smoke; if they did so, they did it in private, certainly not on the street. My mother considered women who smoked to be "hussies," although she dipped snuff. I cannot remember her, in her few times of leisure, without a dip of snuff and a twig in her mouth and a spit can by her side. I certainly was not interested in becoming ...
WASHINGTON -- For the past year, we've been relentlessly reminded that Republicans didn't especially love their front-running presidential candidate.
Psychological experts are engaged in a heated debate over a curiously underappreciated issue of our times: should "narcissistic personality disorder" continue to viewed as a mental illness? Or should we concede, in my view, that mirror-kissing personalities have become not only the norm but a national passion.
"We have tried negotiation with the (Obama) administration and legislation with the Congress -- and we'll keep at it -- but there's still no fix. Time is running out."
Whenever you get a promotion, or a new, better job somewhere else -- as you take on more responsibility -- you leave something behind.
Seldom has anybody's scholarship kicked up so much controversy.
Someone I met during the end of my junior year of college really showed me the difference between having a passion and an interest. Throughout my relationship with this person, I've recognized the importance and value of having interests and fueling passions.
I never knew my father; he died when I was five months old, leaving my mother with me and my 3-year-old brother. We were not his first family. He had nine children by his first wife, eight girls and one boy -- five little graves attested to the mortality rate in earlier times. Many first wives died before their husbands, not surprising since childbirth was so dangerous and the mortality rate so high. I cannot imagine having more children -- especially since my father was 63 when I was born and my mother was 40. Back then, people just had the number ...
Being queen is a heck of a job.
It has been more than three years since the U.S. Senate last passed a budget. The last time Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid fulfilled his legal responsibility, Conan was still on NBC, Tea Parties hadn't come together, and the iPad hadn't yet been introduced.
With the start of the NFL season less than 100 days away, the proverbial clock is now ticking for every franchise hoping for success in 2012.
WASHINGTON -- To grasp the clear and present danger that the current flood of campaign cash poses to American democracy, consider the curious case of Post Office Box 72465. It demonstrates that the explosion of super PAC spending is only the second most troubling development of recent campaign cycles.
For those of you who noticed that my name wasn't popping up on the front page a lot lately ... now you know why.
I would shrug and say "So what?" to the latest details from President Barack Obama's pot-smoking past, except for one thing: he stirred so much hope as a candidate for sensible marijuana policy reforms but, as president, has delivered so little change.
Governor John Rutledge and his Privy Council left Charles Town in April 1780 before the British siege of the city closed all escape routes. He journeyed north to Camden, arriving there in late April or early May. That he should go to Camden was to be expected since Camden was the only town of any size in the interior of the state at the time. Roads to Camden were relatively good and Rutledge knew and had done business with Joseph B. Kershaw for several years.
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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