WASHINGTON -- Republicans seem to be adopting the self-immolation tactics of principled martyrs.
While I was wandering around the Kershaw County Farmer's Market on a recent Saturday, I struck up a conversation with a community member about technology in schools. Our conversation mostly had to do with whether or not our district is getting a "bang for the buck" for its investment in technology. We had a pretty interesting discussion, but I did walk away wondering why I've never had the same discussion with anyone about textbooks. The taxpayers of South Carolina spend about $4 million in Kershaw County for textbooks. It's more than a little surprising to me that ...
WASHINGTON -- As a courtroom junkie since my early reporting days, it is at great personal sacrifice that I suggest the following: it may be time to get television cameras out of the courtroom.
The recent unpleasant, muggy, wet weather made me remember what seemed to be even worse days. When my younger friends ask me if I ever had hot flashes, I have to laugh. Since I taught in an un-air conditioned school where apparel was a dress, slip, underwear and stockings, I was always in a state of hot flashes. If I ever had a medical hot flash, I do not know. School began in August. In a matter of minutes, not one thread of clothing was dry. In fact, at lunch, when allowed, I went home, took a bath, changed clothes ...
A couple weeks ago I was watching an old western movie on television when a young actor caught my eye.
With lots of talk about gun rights, concealed weapon permits and school resource officers, it seems we've let one group that is also affected by gun ownership slip under the radar.
A decent respect for our history and heritage demands that over the Fourth of July holidays we do more than just eat bar-b-que, watch fireworks or go fishing.
A new poll suggests that Americans, including black Americans, tend to think blacks are more racist than whites or Hispanics. I don't think we are. We only sound like it sometimes.
WASHINGTON -- In the annals of murder trials, few testimonies can rival the impact of slain teenager Trayvon Martin's mother Sybrina Fulton: "I heard my son screaming."
One Saturday, my neighbor came into my yard followed by a dog, about the size of a small cow, and carrying a small bag of dog chow. I paid little attention to her, but fixated on the animal that had one dead eye and a perpetually bent ear. He looked fearsome and immediately moved toward me, tail wagging, placing his muzzle on my bare leg. He looked like the Hound of the Baskervilles. Fate has many surprises. The neighbor volunteered in saving kennel dogs about to be put to sleep. She did not accept my refusal, so I became the ...
I recently received an article consisting of a list pinpointing how my generation is different than previous generations. The article was written by Jeff Janssen and within the article he referenced a book called Millennials Go to College by Neil Howe and William Strauss. The generation I am part of is commonly referred to as "the Millennials" and includes those born anywhere from 1980 to the present. The makers of the list came up with seven primary ways in which the millennial generation is significantly different. Those seven aspects were: special, sheltered, confident, team-oriented, conventional, pressured and achieving. The most ...
WASHINGTON -- I like Texas state Sen. Wendy Davis. I admire her intelligence, chutzpah, tenacity and, to be perfectly honest, her enviable continence.
Celebrating Independence Day always covers a broad gamut of activities for Americans. Many of us observe the Fourth of July with fireworks, parades, barbecues, baseball games, trips to the beach, all the while proudly sporting the red, white, and blue. We will watch our children wave small American flags as the parade rolls by (on North Causeway Road, Pauley's Island!). On their faces, we'll see absolute naiveté as they move about almost as if in slow motion, oblivious to the world around them, worrisome only wondering what fun they'll have next, and realizing in a way their ...
A very long time ago, I read James A. Michener's novel, Alaska. I was in a period where I thought it was neat to follow the "history" of a place from its earliest geological birth to wherever it was Michener happened to leave off. Alaksa was the last of his novels I ever read and vowed never to go back because -- as the Library Journal reviewed in 1988 -- the "final sections are trite, uneven and overloaded with stereotypes."
I don't often get the chance, simply due to my work schedule, but every now and then I like to see what our sister paper in Bishopville, the Lee County Observer, has on its front page.
My people, as I have long said, were raised up on hard times in the Appalachian foothills. I don't know that I had a grandparent who ever saw the sum of $500 at one time or even held a $100 bill in hand.
I was browsing through a community newspaper recently -- not this one -- when I came across photos from the senior prom at a particular high school.
Trigger warning: This column will include discussion of ideas which may conflict with your own.
I am a musician, so I am, of course, also a big music fan. As far back as my memory can stretch, way before I ever learned to play an instrument, I loved to listen to music. Mostly it was on the radio, but my parents and older sister had a few record albums, too.
Nothing instills fear in the heart and soul of humans as does a snake. Since the beginning of recorded history, snakes have been a symbol of evil, treachery, poison, etc., and because of this perception, misinformation and folklore, most people hate snakes. Personally I have no problem with snakes; roaches and tarantulas are a different story, but a snake? No worries.
WASHINGTON -- You know we're off to the races when the first slip of the tongue by the presumed Republican presidential front-runner consumes the news for days and launches the primary race in earnest.
I have a picture -- probably my favorite of my parents -- which sits on my desk in my office at home. It was taken circa 1960, give or take a year or two, on the evening of the West Point Founder's Day ball.
More than 60 percent of us who live in South Carolina today were born here. As native South Carolinians, we grew up imbibing the history, heritage and myths of the South. And there is no stronger myth of the South than the myth of the Lost Cause, as beautifully and brilliantly portrayed by the 1939 romantic historical film epic, Gone With the Wind.
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