Is the Supreme Court's doomsday clock ticking for "racial preferences?" Maybe, but the states that already ban race-based admissions show how you can build diversity by other means.
As hard as it might be to believe, I was a French major in college. Through my coursework, I studied the great French thinkers and philosophers: Descartes, Montesquieu, Voltaire and others. However, I usually end up going back to that noted American philosopher, Yogi Berra. More often than not, Yogi hits it right on the head. Yogi was once quoted as saying, "the future ain't what it used to be." I think that pearl of wisdom relates very well to the topic of the relationship between education and economic development.
Sesame Workshop isn't pleased with President Barack Obama's new ad featuring Big Bird.
After scraping around for something -- anything -- good to say about President Barack Obama's debate performance, I came up with this much: at least he didn't look at his watch.
There's this prison, you see, but there's something different about it. People who visit don't come away with visions of iron bars and murderers and breakouts and hardened men desperate to find a way out.
I tore down the old swing set last weekend, demolished it actually. I unscrewed as many nuts and bolts as I could and then took the saw to it, leaving only the pile of sand which had broken the fall of many a crying or giggling toddler at the base of the sliding board. It was time. The old structure had become a little "shop of horrors," so to speak. There were several rungs missing from the ladder, there were damaged boards everywhere, the swings had become rusty and unreliable. She was tired.
SOUTH BEND, Ind. -- Contrary to conventional wisdom that debates are rarely, if ever, game-changers, the first presidential debate was a demolition derby.
Even the best batters have to take batting practice sometimes. But it seems Barack Obama didn't heed such advice during the debate last Wednesday night. His lack of preparation was strikingly evident, only giving further credence to the idea that the president just doesn't seem to like the game of politics all too much.
As a teenager in Pennsylvania, I delivered The Morning Call and The Evening Chronicle to customers in a suburb of Allentown. On rainy days, I'd try to make sure the paper stayed dry inside the screen door. Now, I get The State and the New York Times delivered to my driveway in plastic bags, though the Times delivery is erratic. I can, of course, also read the Times on my iPhone, iPad and desktop computer.
Once or twice a year while living in the Washington, D.C., area as a child, my father would drive me and my sister to New York's Long Island to visit my grandparents, Ira and Barbara Cahn. They lived in Wantaugh, but spent much of their waking hours -- as well as time they should have been sleeping -- a little east of there in Massapequa.
Twenty-five years after sociologist William Julius Wilson's important study of urban decline and vanishing "marriageable men," poverty is still with us. At least, we're finding lots of new ways to argue about it, even if our theories are no less sharply divided than the rest of our politics.
Move over Duggar family, TLC has a new hit show on their hands.
Six weeks have passed since my oldest son walked through our back door. The mere mention of this makes the stretch seem even longer. Of course, aside from a normal dose of missing their brother, for his siblings, this time represents six weeks of more slices of pizza at dinner, shorter waits for the bathroom, and total control of the TV remote. For me, it suggests more intangibles. It is the void, the missing place setting at our table, and the one less body charging down the stairs for breakfast like a horse running for open country.
Research tells us Americans are getting smarter as time goes by.
WASHINGTON -- Gloria Steinem is unmistakable.
After years of declaring a group or person of the year, I used this space a year ago to name KershawHealth the 2013 story of the year.
It was late in the summer of my parents' lives that I was born into a family with three children well on their way to being grown and done with home.
I threw away my Bill Cosby book a few days ago. It was funny, and it made me laugh but now because of who wrote it, it disgusts me. Perhaps that is petty, but I cannot read it or watch shows associated with Bill Cosby any longer.
When I was a school boy, there was a kid down the street named Rodney who had an "attitude problem," or at least that's what the adults called it. To me and my friends, Rodney was just a jerk.
We're now entering the most sacred season of the year, that time when men in Kershaw County bow their heads, reflect on their good fortune and ponder COLLEGE FOOTBALL BOWL SEASON.
WASHINGTON -- Get ready for your tax rates to go up.
I am a big believer in everyone's right to think and feel however they choose to. It's really what makes us all American and, to make it even broader, it's what makes us all human. If I don't happen to agree with your point of view, I still respect your right to have that point of view.
One hundred years ago, in 1915, 1314 Broad St. was a construction site. Excavators and bricklayers, carpenters and heating contractors were busy at their task of building Camden's first city library. It had been an arduous journey getting to that point. That journey began in 1914, as best we can reckon, at a lecture to the Kershaw County Teachers Institute. In all of the factors leading up to the acquisition and completion of the Camden Public Library there is one constant: Sarah "Sadie" Kennedy Von Tresckow.
To say that 2014 has had its ups and downs would be an understatement. Honestly, I don't know what words or phrases I would use to describe how my 2014 played out. It wasn't the worst year ever, but it definitely wasn't the greatest.
Recently, I had lunch with three old friends. All of us are proud South Carolina natives, amateur history buffs and great fans of barbecue (BBQ). We decided to meet at a new BBQ joint that we were all anxious to try.
WASHINGTON -- First there's the spark, then the conflagration, followed by the litigation and then, surely, the movie.
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