I believe this to be the last entry in my insipid but genuine "chronicles of a college freshman". At least for now. In a way, I wish I could jot down a brief survival guide of sorts for other parents preparing to travel a similar road. But regrettably, we know that's not how it works. It's not a chapter in a spicy novel we can rush through but a scene in a play that must be acted out. It must be lived and felt. The first year of college ushers in difficult and, at times, heart-rending change for ...
It's no secret that the hand-written note is going the way of the buggy whip and the adding machine.
Remember how excited you were when the product of your dreams hit the market?
CAMDEN S.C. -- It isn't often that one gets to hear both the strains of "Dixie" and an African drum concert in the same public square. Nor, usually, are statue unveilings the riveting stuff of storytelling.
WASHINGTON -- The item was too delicious to resist: New York Times columnist Paul Krugman, he of the don't-worry, be-happy approach to the federal deficit, had been forced to declare personal bankruptcy. Except, it wasn't true.
Marvelous things are happening in Camden and Kershaw County. Yes, sometimes, we take two steps forward, one step back, but as every airline pilot knows, if a strong headwind takes us off-course, we get back on track and head for our destination, which in this case is a happy, prosperous City.
A few weeks ago I shared with the community my frustration with the stoplights around town. Since then I have received lots of feedback from locals who share my sentiments as well. However, there is one particular email that has really stuck with me for the past couple of weeks. In this particular email, the sender agreed with my frustrations and feelings regarding being trapped within my vehicle while waiting for a change of color but he also shared something else: "maybe it's just divine intervention for us all to slow down and reflect on how wonderful life is."
WASHINGTON -- Listening to the Supreme Court hear arguments in the same-sex marriage cases was like watching a novice diver inch to the edge of the high board for the first time.
On June 9, 2012 at a Civil War show in Columbia, S.C., I browsed along from one dealer table to the next searching for Civil War relics in my fields of interest. As I examined the items on the table of the Broadfoot Publishing Company, with much excitement and anticipation I opened a folder labeled, "Immortal Six Hundred -- original manuscript." When I realized I was examining a Lieut. William E. Johnson Jr. 1864 manuscript list of the Immortal Six Hundred, goose bumps arose on my arms.
Growing up the way I did, I couldn't help but to learn the fundamental truth that we are all human beings with the fundamental rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. I've lived in too many places, and been counted as a minority enough times, not to realize that it's always wrong -- always -- to believe that anyone's claims to those fundamental rights are inferior to anyone else's.
Everybody has their own opinion about the infamous Duggar clan -- I love them. Jim Bob and Michelle Duggar recently revealed that, after a miscarriage in 2011, they are contemplating adoption.
Lost among the daily news hoopla of the Great Recession, the housing comeback, the stock market run and the decline of the euro has been a bit of economic news that most people would probably find surprising:
Whenever somebody says something like, "Now, I know this isn't PC, but...," watch out. It probably means they're about to say something rude.
Recently, I've come to notice that I have difficulty in choosing just one "favorite thing." For example, when asked what my favorite TV show is I could list off about five or six shows that I watch religiously. The same goes for musical artists, books, animals, etc. Basically, I have a hard time choosing just one thing to "love the most." I've come to terms with the fact that I will never be able narrow down a category to just one singular item as being my favorite. But, I have decided that in order to be a productive ...
WASHINGTON -- No matter what Barack Obama does, he cannot escape the shadow of his former political opponent.
By mid-June of 2000, I was so fed up and frustrated, I needed counseling.
WASHINGTON -- First-term first ladies are often shadows to their more-important husbands, dabbling in lite fare to avoid criticism and picking safe projects to shield them and their families from the inevitable slings and arrows.
Many extraordinary people offer visionary ideas, especially here. "Wouldn't it be great if we had a river rafting business on the Wateree?" "Wouldn't it be great if we had a downtown boutique hotel?" "Wouldn't it be great if we had a Bluegrass Festival the week of the Colonial Cup?" "Wouldn't it be great if we had a cottage development, or better yet, a new Kershaw County library on the former Mather property?" "And another restaurant or two!" The answer is predictably, "Yes, of course yes! Thank you for your great ideas," followed by necessary questions: "Where ...
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.)
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