Friday, I drove from our offices here on DeKalb Street in Camden to the S.C. Press Association (SCPA) to deliver two of our two dozen or so entries into the SCPA's 2014 News Contest. This year, the SCPA began accepting most entries electronically, something I finished up Wednesday. Friday was the entry deadline. Two entries -- Sports Magazine (The Camden Horse & Equestrian's most recent edition) and General Excellence (our March 28 and Sept. 26, 2014, issues) -- we had to deliver in printed form.
One afternoon, I had a hankering, a primal-like craving, for a supper of pinto beans and cornbread with a tall glass of cold, rich buttermilk thrown in for good measure and extra filling.
For me, the holiday season is a time of joy and more importantly, thankfulness. It's a time that I try to reflect on the blessings that I often overlook in the everyday hustle and bustle that we all get caught up in. There are so many things for which I am professionally and personally thankful.
It didn't take my friend Waylon Fortenberry of Chesterfield County long to call me following my Thanksgiving column of last week.
Unhappy with the economic recovery in the United States? Could be worse.
The inspiration and subject for this weekly column comes from a variety of sources. Some come easily while others are not quite so obvious. Writing about a holiday or something that's in the news doesn't require a lot of pondering, while other subjects don't present themselves quite as readily.
The National League of Cities (NLC) is dedicated to helping city leaders build better communities. Working in partnership with the 49 state municipal leagues, the NLC serves as an advocate for the more than 19,000 cities, villages and towns it represents.
In my family, it's a tradition that my daughter does all the cooking for Thanksgiving. Like all good traditions, it is a part of the fabric of our family holidays. On Wednesday before Thanksgiving, she and I went to the local Publix to buy all the ingredients for this special dinner. I know that it's special as the tape read $157.23 for this one meal's fixings, but we'll have to save the high price of groceries for another column.
I can't count how many times I have heard people say Facebook is addicting and how it (social media in general) is both a blessing and a curse. I have been told by some people that it has been a curse to them because it is addicting and they spend almost every hour of their time playing games, stalking people (online that is), being nosey and obsessively trying to find old friends and acquaintances.
This season, I am thankful for the ways in which we connect with nature. For me, this happens by walking in the woods. Others connect through photography, art or even the internet. Another conduit is hunting. Some find it diametric that I could love wildlife so immensely while also ending the life of such organisms. However, hunting gave me the appreciation I have for life. When you watch life leave an animal because of your actions, your appreciation for life can be enhanced.
WASHINGTON -- As the curtain closes on the latest episode of "Ferguson," the media series, it is fair to wonder whether events might not have spiraled out of control to the extent they did had the media settled on another topic.
When I first started to write this column, I stumbled through my own interpretation of the events of Aug. 9 when Ferguson, Mo., police officer Darren Wilson shot and killed 18-year-old Michael Brown Jr.
Over the years, I've crossed paths with many who were extremely successful as well as some who were such miserable failures that, as Mama liked to say, "ain't worth the breath they draw."
In the 1953 Eagle, the Boylan-Haven-Mather Academy senior class dedicated its annual "to the founders and builders of Browning Home and Mather Academy: Sarah Babcock Mather 1887-1901, Fannie O. Browning 1887, Emma Levi 1887-1889, Samuel Herbert Tindley 1912, Elizabeth Wellman 1915-1920, Millicent Fuller 1933, Women's Home Missionary Society 1890-1939, and Women's Division of Christian Service 1940-1953."
During this holiday season, I'm thankful for:
WASHINGTON -- When Democrats were looking for evidence of a Republican war on women, they overlooked Exhibit A -- Sarah Palin.
The gliders landed in the Boykin fields and pastures and the German POWs worked in Lugoff and Boykin, while a Lugoff native and a Camden businessman partnered together to raise millions of dollars for the war effort.
"Someone needs to go to jail."
OK, so I'm actually writing this on Friday, but you're reading it Monday, so that's why it's random thoughts for a Monday morning.
It happened the other day. It's funny how things so simple can remind us of things so meaningful, of those sweets that are tucked inside our hearts and unknowingly treasured.
While I was taking a finance class as part of my doctoral program in Virginia in the early 1990s, one of the topics we discussed was a lawsuit that had been filed in South Carolina, now called the Abbeville case, which challenged South Carolina's structure for funding public education. Life takes funny turns. Here I am 21 years later in South Carolina when the case is finally settled.
You've probably heard of Uber, the ride-sharing service taking the world's cities by storm.
Last year, government scientists tell us, was the hottest year on record.
Last week, I wrote about some of the many cultural and recreational opportunities we have here in Camden and Kershaw County. It's impressive we have so many offerings and they are thanks to the vision, effort and hard work of those involved, be it the Fine Arts Center, the Kershaw County Parks and Recreation Department, the equine industry and so many more.
How would you like to be called dung-on-a-twig? There certainly are worse things in life, but certainly much better things as well. Dung-on-a-twig is one of the root meanings for mistletoe, which grows on trees. This common name comes from two parts of Anglo-Saxon speech. "Mistel" a common word for dung, and "tang" the word for twig, combine to form the word mistletoe or "dung on a twig." This name became prevalent as it was noticed that mistletoe would appear where many birds had landed on branches and deposited their excrement, nice. This puts a whole new context on the ...
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