With Mother's Day only two days away, it's only natural, and appropriate, to reflect on and honor the world's maternal parents. One thing is a certainty: we all have, or have had, a mother. Allow me to tell you the story of one in particular.
Here we go … again. It is time for caps and gowns, tassels and farewells, last times and the number 14. Graduation, life's remarkable onward-looking ceremony, is upon us accompanied with all its pomp and circumstance. For me, it's the second high school graduation in two years for our family. Two down, three to go, and 40 percent closer to becoming an empty nester. OK, I'm not intentionally rushing this thing called life, only trying to be real in what's ahead on the road.
I need some new blood.
(Today's column was written prior to this past weekend's White House Correspondents gala.)
I spent some time this past weekend outside at the park. The weather was so nice and warm, but not uncomfortably so. It was perfect weather to just get out of the house and go for a long walk, which I did. I quickly noticed that I wasn't the only one with that idea; in fact, this was the busiest I'd seen this particular park (which is also a softball field complex) this year.
Each year, the first week of May is Goodwill Week. This week is a time to recognize the people in the community that make Goodwill's work possible and celebrate Goodwill's long history of putting people back to work, which began when Methodist minister Edgar Helms founded Goodwill Industries in Boston in 1902.
Everyone knows the weather is an acceptable source of discussion. Politics, religion and family, however, are fraught with danger when a person talks or writes. As I was listening to the news and awaiting information about a recent impending storm, my mind wandered back to a number of years ago when Hurricane Hugo was a problem.
Tink had been in Los Angeles for a week so that morning before his plane left LAX, it occurred to me that a good wifely thing to do would be to welcome him back to the Rondarosa with a home cooked meal.
Back at the end of January in this space, I mentioned my use of Spotify to discover new music to listen to in addition to managing an extensive collection of music dating back ... well, let's just say a long time.
Efforts to improve navigation of the Wateree River along the Kershaw County area of the river dates from just after the Revolutionary War. From 1818 to 1828, South Carolina funded extensive internal improvement projects along most state rivers, including the Wateree/Catawba. Locks and canals were built to facilitate passage through shoals and other impediments to navigation.
South Carolina is known as a "red state" and a "conservative" state, and so one might be led to believe it's a place where non-"progressive," free-market policies reign. Certainly, South Carolina has a reputation for being a "low tax state." But the reputation is unearned. A brief look at the legislature's record on tax policy -- perhaps the most fundamental free market issue -- reveals a profound disconnect between reputation and reality.
I have several different duties and assignments here at the Chronicle-Independent, but picking my favorite is not something I have to think very hard or long about. It's covering crime news and the activities and efforts of the Camden Police Department (CPD) and the Kershaw County Sheriff's Office (KCSO). There's always something different, sometimes humorous and never boring. Every now and then it's tragic and that part is not fun at all, but our job is to get the news into the hands of the people, even if, or especially if, it's not good news.
In honor of all mothers in South Carolina -- "for all that they do," the newly formed Family Heritage Committee is sponsoring the First Annual South Carolina Mother's Day Festival this Saturday at Zemp Stadium. The inclusive event will celebrate mothers from all communities and backgrounds in our state. The festival includes a parade from City Hall to Zemp Stadium, a program with Dr. Brenda Williams as keynote speaker, food vendors, live entertainment, and kids' activities. Admission is free. If you want your mother in the parade, the fee is $10. All proceeds benefit the Family Resource Center; Sistercare; New ...
WASHINGTON -- Say what you will, but you'd best check for recording devices. Alternatively, you might check your thoughts.
(Note: this column first appeared in 1990.)
Let's make something perfectly clear: The S.C. Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) is not dead, but the S.C. Supreme Court is sure acting like they're trying to kill it.
My grandmother -- Daddy's mother -- was sometimes called "crazy" by others who didn't quite understand her eccentric ways. Of course, in the South, we are proud of such a label for it means that we are interesting and worthy of being the center of coffee and cake conversation.
WASHINGTON -- Sarah Palin is right about impeaching President Obama.
With today's plethora of online news and the subsequent discussion forums that accompany most Internet articles, there is a lot of confusion on the somewhat vague thing called "freedom of speech." Really, it's not vague at all, but it sure seems to be quite vague to those who don't really know what it means. What it doesn't mean is you have the right to say whatever you want to whenever you want to without consequences.
On Tuesday, July 1, 2014, at 11 a.m., the Ross E. Beard Collection became the property of the city of Camden, as Mr. Beard signed the paperwork at the Camden Archives and Museum. City officials, long-time friends of Mr. Beard and representatives from the Friends of the Archives and Museum looked on as City Attorney Lawrence Flynn, Mr. Beard, Ed Royall (his attorney) and Austin Sheheen (his accountant) processed the paperwork.
Isn't it odd how every once in awhile, something pops in your head that's been buried for a long time -- a distant memory that for some reason comes alive?
For the second time in a month, the S.C. Supreme Court has ruled against openness and punted important issues back to the Legislature for change.
WASHINGTON -- The Israeli soldier shot Yousef Bashir in the back in the front yard of his father's house in Gaza. It was Feb. 18, 2004, a week after Yousef's 15th birthday. The bullet splintered into three fragments, severing nerves near the teenager's spine.
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