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."
Even if you don't know what an SIB is, and few people do, this headline is surprising -- if not downright shocking. But it is true.
A girl who does not have a brother never receives a thorough education. For example, when I saw that my brother never had to do odious chores such as cooking, washing dishes, ironing or whatever, I determined to do all I could to become a boy. My brother cooperated in many ways; for one, he said if I kissed my elbow, I would magically become male, this chore keeping me from following him around since he was my god. Also, he assured me, if I would be salt on a bird's tail, I could catch it with ease. Finding ...
You knew Paula Deen was in serious trouble when the celebrity chef turned for help to the Rev. Jesse Jackson. He's still the go-to guy for celebrities in dire need to patch things up after breeches of racial etiquette.
I have this bad habit of buying books and never finishing them.
Could it be? Yes, it could.
WASHINGTON -- The trial of George Zimmerman, accused of fatally shooting Trayvon Martin, inevitably and quickly devolved into a contest of who is more racist -- the victim or the accused?
I've always been one of those people who is "really into music." I don't mean that I can play an instrument (although I did take years of piano) or carry a tune. I mean that I just really, really love music. Second to writing and reading, it's probably one of my favorite, I guess you could say, hobbies. I love songs with lyrics, I love songs without lyrics, I pretty much just love any song that evokes feelings. Any sort of feeling. That's what's so amazing to me about it. Music has the ability to ...
A couple of weeks ago, I enjoyed a nice outing with one of my sisters and my two sons. We went to a Columbia theater -- only to make it easier on my sister -- to see "Man of Steel," the new Superman movie starring British actor Henry Cavill in the titular role. I'm here to highly recommend it and not just because it's a superhero film, a genre everyone knows I like. I'm recommending it because it's a really great movie.
In Historic Camden, Nineteenth Century, authors Kirkland and Kennedy included appendices of county citizens in military service during the Civil War. They compiled these appendices from muster rolls, contemporary newspaper reports, survivor recollections and information compiled by the State Historian, Alexander S. Salley Jr. He had also relied upon the works of predecessors, William B. Johnson, William J. Rivers and John P. Thomas.
WASHINGTON -- When it comes to knock-knock jokes, it helps to be 5 years old: you can slap your head, roll your eyes, and run outside and play.
CHARLESTON, S.C. -- By all appearances Friday morning, as thousands lined the street waiting (and wilting) for hours in 90-degree heat to enter the funeral arena where President Obama was to deliver a eulogy for state Sen. Clementa Pinckney, racial unity seemed a comfortable fact of life.
Even though it's not an election year, in many ways it's always an election year for some politicians. Given the fact they are "hired" and employed by the voting public, their lives are a nearly constant campaign for re-election. I can understand that. They have cushy jobs they want to keep for many years to come.
When I was a wise-elbowed, wet nosed kid barely out of college, a lot of people used to annoy me with questions about what I wanted to do for a living.
(Kathleen Parker wrote this column in advance of President Barack Obama's appearance in Charleston for State Sen. Clementa Pinckney's funeral.)
Listen up, local public bodies: the S.C. Supreme Court recently ruled in a North Augusta case which I hope will make clearer -- if not settle once and for all -- how you enter executive sessions.
It happens all the time. Tink will meet someone new around where we live and, invariably, that person will mention my daddy.
(In last month's column, Camden Urban Forester Liz Gilland started a story about a snake in a tree in a city right of way. When she left off, Gilland had called a wildlife trapping company -- which didn't handle snakes -- and naturalist Austin Jenkins, who suggested it was best to leave the snake alone.)
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