I was thrilled to address the newly reconvened Camden Business Alliance on Thursday, February 28. As I keep saying, our business owners are in large measure our brains, our risk takers and our imaginations. They generate positive energy at every turn; right now they are pointing us in new, exciting directions.
Last night, my daughter wanted to draw a bird. Elated she was showing common interest, I quickly answered her request to view the "bird book" in order to find the perfect candidate. She thumbed through the pages, impressed by the vast array of coloration found in our native species. She finally landed on Eastern Bluebird, pointed to the most colorful photo and asked, "Is that the mommy or the daddy?" I told her it was the daddy, and that in nearly all cases, the daddy bird is the more colorful of the two. Dumbfounded, she perused other pages, asking me ...
It's been almost 76 years since pioneering female aviator Amelia Earhart disappeared somewhere over the Pacific Ocean with navigator Fred Noonan while flying a Lockheed Model 10 Electra.
WASHINGTON -- If second-term presidents feel liberated by re-election to pursue bolder agendas, first ladies often become more comfortable to be their own person.
Just a couple days ago I was discussing the greatest inventions of mankind with my lunch bunch.
Now that they're facing Washington's first serious push for new gun violence prevention laws since the Columbine massacre, gun lobbyists are grasping at straws -- as in "straw" purchases.
It's funny how parenting works. At times, I am wonderfully amazed at the position; in other moments, I am utterly confused by the entire ride as if I were falling down the rabbit hole. I believe it fair to say, even with all the preparations we think we've made, no one is ever ready. We are always caught off guard when parenthood chooses us. When the "smoke clears," we realize that, of all the balls ever thrown our way, this is the one we cannot drop. Having kids -- the charge of rearing good, ethical, responsible human beings -- is ...
Last weekend I attended a cooperative (co-op) development workshop sponsored by the National Cooperative Business Association (NCBA) I was invited to.
My mother certainly was horrified that I seemed to enjoy learning, often telling me, "Boys do not like smart girls." Her idea of a good life for me was to find some man to take care of me, know all home skills such as cooking, sewing, etc., and fill the house with children. Today, because of her, I know those skills and enjoy them. I did however, only have one child because of unforeseen circumstances. Knitting, crocheting, needlepoint, crewel, and regular sewing often occupy my time. In fact, one of my grandchildren recently asked me, "Nana, do you still like ...
WASHINGTON -- First they came for the drones.
One of my first tastes of a slice of life in Camden came nearly two years ago after cruising down the Wateree River with a couple of pirates.
Being reared by a mother who was a wonderful cook, I rarely had the chance to do so, Mother's idea being for me to watch her do it. As most teenagers, I had little time for this inactive pursuit. Finally, Mother allowed me the honor of preparing a cake with her being the watcher. Since the cake to be baked was a pound cake, I thought this was a one-step procedure requiring little effort. How wrong I was! Mother had no mix master or electric appliance; the cook beat and beat and beat by hand. I had a much ...
WASHINGTON -- RINO-hunting, the long popular political sport that morphed in 2008 into a sort of hysteria-driven obsession, lately has become a suicide mission.
Last July, I wrote about how disheartened I was that the Supreme Court of the United States refused, on a 5-4 partisan vote, to reconsider one of its worst decisions ever: Citizens United. The original 2010 ruling opened the door for "super" political action committees (Super PACs) to accept unlimited contributions and, in at least some cases, without full disclosure on where that money's coming from.
On the slope of Malvern Hill is where John Young saved Henry Truesdale's life. Jim Sheorn and W.S. Kirby were on each side of Young.
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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