Last Friday, 16 banker boxes of the late Reid Buckley's personal papers arrived at the Camden Archives and Museum. The archives already holds the manuscript versions of Reid's published books and papers about those published works. This recent donation are his day-to-day working files containing miscellaneous correspondence, Buckley family research, book reviews, manuscripts for screenplays he wrote, research materials for his published books, and such. The staff is eager to begin processing the collection and was peeking into various boxes this week. One of the first things they saw was a cardboard box dating to the 1970s which ...
WASHINGTON -- The recent spectacle of Pamela Geller, the erstwhile journalist who organized a provocative Prophet Muhammad cartoon-drawing contest in Texas, gives pause to even the most passionate defenders of the First Amendment.
How many times have I chanted this mantra over the years?
Well, it's happening. That trip to New Orleans I've always wanted to take -- the one I mentioned in a column a while back? I'm actually going.
It was at lunch after a morning revival service last summer when a few of us sat around, munching on Southern casseroles and talking about one of the most memorable mothers any of us had ever known.
KershawHealth is joining healthcare systems around the country to celebrate National Hospital Week -- a time to recognize the enormous skill, dedication, and compassion our employee team brings to their jobs every day.
I read recently purses for men -- "manbags," or "murses," as they've been humorously termed in the past -- are becoming hot sellers.
WASHINGTON -- Comments about recent events in Baltimore following the death of Freddie Gray provide a glimpse at perhaps one of our greatest challenges -- perception.
There are a great many people around here, and indeed the world over, who genuinely care about their communities and their neighbors and do whatever they can to make their community and neighborhood a better place to live and work. We have numerous people like those right here in Kershaw County, many of whom are perfectly content to remain behind the scenes and quietly do good work not for the glory or accolades, but rather for the satisfaction they feel knowing they're making a difference.
I've been a parent for just shy of 21 years. I only blinked once, OK, maybe twice in that time, but still proceeded to fast-forward 20 years and at breakneck speed. I never can find that pesky "pause" button and, believe me, I've tried.
WASHINGTON -- The life of the wife of a presidential candidate can sometimes be like the government. Taxing.
If I were a bit more of a religious man, I might be seriously worrying about the end of the world here.
Six Baltimore, Md., police officers are facing charges in the death of Freddie Gray, an African-American resident who died a week after suffering a spinal cord injury while being arrested April 12.
When the 15th and 17th Corps of Sherman's Army entered Kershaw District on February 23, 1865, at Peay's Ferry on the Wateree River west of Liberty Hill, then crossed the district in three days, and were poised to exit it on Lynches River at Young's Bridge, Tillers Ferry and Kelly's Bridge, locally the war was all but over.
My husband is like a relentless teenager. When he wants something, he persists until it's easier for me to say "yes" just to get him out of my hair.
Hello, my name is Jimmy and I'm a hypochondriac.
Many people have crossed the path of my life, but only one crossed it from three different directions. Don Light, one of Nashville's most admired powerbrokers and star makers, was meant to be part of my life. I say this repeatedly because I encountered him through friends in country music, Southern gospel and NASCAR racing.
When we examine our experiences over time, our recollections of some of them stand out like posts supporting our "fence of life." These are memories we will never forget. Some refer to them as "muscle" memories, very strong ones.
By mid-June of 2000, I was so fed up and frustrated, I needed counseling.
WASHINGTON -- First-term first ladies are often shadows to their more-important husbands, dabbling in lite fare to avoid criticism and picking safe projects to shield them and their families from the inevitable slings and arrows.
Many extraordinary people offer visionary ideas, especially here. "Wouldn't it be great if we had a river rafting business on the Wateree?" "Wouldn't it be great if we had a downtown boutique hotel?" "Wouldn't it be great if we had a Bluegrass Festival the week of the Colonial Cup?" "Wouldn't it be great if we had a cottage development, or better yet, a new Kershaw County library on the former Mather property?" "And another restaurant or two!" The answer is predictably, "Yes, of course yes! Thank you for your great ideas," followed by necessary questions: "Where ...
CHARLESTON, S.C. -- By all appearances Friday morning, as thousands lined the street waiting (and wilting) for hours in 90-degree heat to enter the funeral arena where President Obama was to deliver a eulogy for state Sen. Clementa Pinckney, racial unity seemed a comfortable fact of life.
Even though it's not an election year, in many ways it's always an election year for some politicians. Given the fact they are "hired" and employed by the voting public, their lives are a nearly constant campaign for re-election. I can understand that. They have cushy jobs they want to keep for many years to come.
When I was a wise-elbowed, wet nosed kid barely out of college, a lot of people used to annoy me with questions about what I wanted to do for a living.
(Kathleen Parker wrote this column in advance of President Barack Obama's appearance in Charleston for State Sen. Clementa Pinckney's funeral.)
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