My taste in music is pretty diverse. I seriously listen to every genre. However, I do have my favorites as I am sure many people do, and I have found that my preference for some genres are restricted to certain decades.
Lately, I seem to be reminded of the old adage "tough times never last but tough people do." It has me wondering: do tough people simply outlast the tough times or is it that people actually become tough as a result of surviving adversities over and over? Perhaps the answer lies in what we find on the other side of those difficult times. Perchance on the other side of these really burdensome and painful moments in our lives lay tougher people. It does make sense. Trying and practicing to be tough over and over would have to deliver a positive ...
There have been times when the awarding of the Nobel Peace Prize seems political at best, pandering at worst. Nobel prizes, in various categories, including peace, are supposed to be awarded to the person or persons the Nobel committee believes have "done the most or the best work for fraternity between nations, for the abolition or reduction of standing armies and for the holding and promotion of peace congresses."
When Miss Ondia Mae died at 75, those of us who knew her marveled that she had managed to make it to the end of her life without winding up in the poorhouse.
KershawHealth's Strategic Plan, approved by the board of trustees earlier this year, makes it clear that various alliances are essential to the organization's future success in caring for our community. We must recognize that there are 13 not-for-profit and investor-owned hospitals within a 50-mile radius of Kershaw County and that, more specifically, KershawHealth competes with large healthcare systems in the Columbia metropolitan area. An openness to new ideas and new ways of partnering in a rapidly-evolving healthcare environment is the only strategy for success.
What's your first thought when you're driving down the road and you spot a hitchhiker?
WASHINGTON -- Words have a way of seeping into our vocabulary and, through overuse or distortion, soon begin to lose their meaning.
I often offer up in my weekly column my thoughts and opinions on a variety of topics related to entertainment and pop culture. Those are things I'm personally interested in and know quite a bit about, at least in my own mind.
WASHINGTON -- Meet the new boss, same as the old boss. Except less regulated.
Last summer, I made one of the most spontaneous decisions ever in my life. I decided to go to Chicago: a massive city in land size and population that I never visited before. Spontaneity isn't exactly my middle name, so I was pretty nervous before I even paid for the essentials of my trip.
This year was one of the best for my honeybees. At the beginning of spring, I never would have predicted such productivity. We had several surprises, but I'll discuss one in particular. Each spring, a beehive tends to "swarm." Most of us have heard of a bee swarm, but you may be amazed by the biology behind this bewildering bee business.
Comedian Rodney Dangerfield's famous line was he "got no respect."
No, I'm not asking for handouts. I'm merely taking advantage of this week being National Newspaper Week to remind you that whether you're reading this column in print, on your desktop or laptop computer, tablet or smartphone, the Chronicle-Independent is -- as I often state on our Facebook page -- your local hometown community newspaper.
For several thousand years historians and others have known a cemetery indicates a local town or community's awareness of its connection to past generations. This historical awareness imparts a sense of continuity from the past to the present and an expected continuation into the future. They know a cemetery tells one much about the history, traditions, burial practices, culture, etc. of a local area.
You know how attics are. They're filled with junk, Christmas stuff and memories that you can't toss away. The other day as I was digging through boxes, bound and determined, to find a dress pattern from 15 years ago, I found a scrapbook from my high school FHA years.
Renee Zellweger turned up last week looking nothing like ... well, nothing like Renee Zellwegger.
First off, let me wish one and all a happy, safe and fun Halloween. I hope it brings you all that you hope for. But, that's not my main topic this week.
WASHINGTON -- Monica Lewinsky is trying to make lemonade out of 16-year-old lemons. Good for her, and good, ultimately, for us.
July 27 marked the beginning of the most stressful week of my life. It began with the surprising news of my aunt's passing, and on top of having to deal with that, I also had to get through my last week of two summer classes and do work for two other classes that would end the following week.
Ben Bradlee became editor of The Washington Post the year I was born, 1965. He stepped down when I was 26, in 1991, the year after I moved to the Midlands of South Carolina.
A friend of mine, long embroiled in upsets, distractions, problems and tribulations, called one day to announce happily that she was learning to "let things roll right off my back."
Ebola is scary. It has scared the bejesus out of us here in South Carolina, nationally and literally all over the world.
The issue of road funding -- or, to put it slightly differently, the question of how South Carolina should fix its broken road system -- is now a constant topic in politics and the media. A fair number of state lawmakers have therefore begun to advocate what politicians always advocate when they don't want to make tough decisions about the budget: raising taxes, specifically the fuel tax.
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