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 -- Don't tax you, don't tax me. Tax that feller behind the tree.
Lying is in the news these days.
WASHINGTON -- Denizens of social media were rankled during Sunday night's Academy Awards telecast when actor Sean Penn made a crack about Mexican director Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu and green cards.
One of my weekly duties here at the Chronicle-Independent is to visit the Walter M. Crower Animal Shelter in Camden and take photos of pets available for adoption to be printed in our Friday edition each week. Actually, I take photos of two cats and two dogs and half of those are published weekly in the West Wateree Chronicle.
Murder is a strong word and truth be known it's not really what happens (unfortunately) when a crape myrtle, a Southern signature tree is topped, but it has become a familiar vernacular amongst plant people. If crape myrtles did in fact die when they were butchered, then the practice would stop.
Republicans seem ceaselessly enamored of litmus tests, but the newest one -- Do you believe President Obama loves America? -- makes birthers seem witty.
"Seriously, moron? How about just clean up the place already!"
On Feb. 5, around 1:15 p.m., students at the University of South Carolina (USC) received a text message warning "SHOTS FIRED" -- two words which would send chills and panic through the large campus that is home to nearly 32,000 students.
During those times when it gets positively frigid here in Kershaw County -- say, 9 degrees when I woke up Friday morning -- I often tell people, "This isn't why I moved down South."
One of my friends called the other. One of my best friends. There was both urgency and distress in her voice.
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