The daffodils are nodding their pretty yellow heads all over town. To me, they are the harbingers of spring, blooming long before the weather is really warm. They give us hope the warm days really will return soon. In my yard, they pop up in the bed by my yard's Victorian cast iron fence -- in the bed I meant to transform into a perennial cottage garden wonderland. Twenty-one years ago, when we moved in, I dug a vegetable plot in the back yard and the long border bed out front. Back then, when I was doing historic preservation consulting ...
The controversy encircling former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton and her use of private email to conduct public business provides our latest example of government in the shadows, a situation we know well in South Carolina.
WASHINGTON -- On March 2, the story broke Hillary Clinton had possibly violated email regulations while secretary of state.
So I ran into an old friend the other night -- always a good thing.
It's Sunshine Week in South Carolina and the nation.
WASHINGTON -- Amid all the verbiage about Hillary Clinton's email, one irrefutable fact emerges: Polls will drive us crazy before the Clintons do.
This week marks the 10th annual observance of Sunshine Week by, primarily, the nation's newspapers, but other forms of media as well.
Sometimes, I look across our yard and sigh somewhat woefully, "Too much of that stubborn red Georgia clay shines through." I think, "Oh, one day…."
Economic development is undoubtedly the front burner topic in our state and in Kershaw County. For good reason. Economic development is the key to stable employment and to developing and nurturing a tax base that will support community needs for education, public safety, recreation, roads and infrastructure, and human services.
The grumbles resonated from the kitchen. The sound wasn't particularly loud or piercing at least in the beginning. I guess you could describe it as a low, irregular whine of sorts. I walked in and there he was -- my 11-year old son slumped over his math sheet looking as if the world would end if he did not finish the problems before him. Of course, he was absolute in the fact his mom could not help him with this "math Armageddon." He insisted he would fight this battle alone. I thought to myself, "Does anyone like math? He must ...
Here's a good thing about the internet: it gives everyone a chance to be heard.
WASHINGTON -- The first time my dad noticed somebody on the internet had called me an idiot, he decided to take matters into his own hands.
This column is printed every Friday in the Chronicle-Independent, but, like everything else we do, it has to be written at least a day or two ahead of going to print. I normally write my column on Wednesday. That's what I did last week, as usual. My point is, I would have written this column last week if I could have.
"Very superstitious, writings on the wall
A friend told me I should have kept my mouth shut and should not have written the letter to the editor concerning crepe myrtles. Why? … because she cannot ride down DeKalb Street without seeking the tree that is different from all others and "doesn't want to cause a wreck." I also received a call this morning informing me that my sleuthing missed the real reason for the Crape murder column. Tree pruning in the historic district was the cause of the column rather than my choice of the only "different" crepe myrtle on DeKalb. It is just that when ...
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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