No one wants to be labeled a bigot. Not in this day or age. Not at this time in American culture, and especially not pertaining to the current battle on gay marriage.
Some media found the possibility that foreign terrorists bombed the Boston Marathon to be too tantalizing an explanation to pass up, even when it snares the wrong suspects.
When do religious affiliation and common sense collide?
I said this last month, but now I really mean it -- Happy Spring! It's evident spring is here by seeing the hordes of folks scurrying around in the garden section of many of our local stores. For many of us the allure of warm weather and blooming plants stirs us to get outside and get our hands in the dirt. If you haven't gotten outside yet to do your spring cleaning, sprucing and planting, let me offer some tips to ensure your trees provide you with decades of enjoyment.
Fancy bathrooms are all the rage.
This weekend, I will be traveling via airplane for the first time alone. Needless to say, I'm pretty nervous about the whole ordeal. For starters, I'm terrified of heights. I'm talking, if I see a photo of someone skydiving or one of those "cool" pictures in National Geographic where a person is scaling a cliff, my heart rate automatically speeds up and I feel nauseous, bordering on a panic attack, and have to turn the page as quickly as possible. I get nervous looking out the window of a third-story building window. If I ever went to ...
CHARLESTON, S.C. -- As the reporter said to the novelist: Why bother to make stuff up?
By the time you read this, a group of United States Senators will likely have introduced the first significant proposal on immigration reform in more than 20 years. While it is far too early to comment on its content -- the group has been fairly secretive as to details -- the simple fact that such a high profile group will be offering a proposal is noteworthy. And it offers a good opportunity to talk, generally about immigration.
My initial reaction was to bend over double and my next thought was to wonder what happened to all of the oxygen in the room. Johnny Jaynes and I have been good buddies for more than half a century and even though we are good friends, neither us want the other to go "one up." This day, he won.
(This column was written prior to Friday morning's events when two suspects in the Boston Marathon bombing were identified and one killed.)
In George R.R. Martin's fantasy series "A Song of Ice and Fire," a Wildling woman named Ygritte often tells one of the main characters "You know nothing, Jon Snow." She says it because Jon, a member of the Nightwatch guard, tends to jump to conclusions about her people based on the stories he's heard back in his home territory. Jon's mistakes are honest ones: he grew up hearing those stories, and it's hard to shake your upbringing. At least Jon's trying.
Community support is insanely valuable in so many areas of our lives. Everyone has a dream, or at least something they hope to achieve, and more times than we may want to admit, achieving the dream requires some kind of support from the community, whether it be local, national or international. A lot of times our wildest dreams will force us to ask people for things that make us feel vulnerable in a way.
As we prepare to celebrate KershawHealth's Centennial during the week of April 21, it is fitting to remember those people who made the hospital a reality here in Camden. We have celebrated the Baruch family's contributions, but there were those who moved quietly behind the scenes to make the hospital a reality. One such man was Dr. John Corbett. Recently, the Corbett family photograph album was donated to the Camden Archives and Museum. The photographs of Corbett and his family bring such life to his story and once again allow us to see the face of a beloved ...
You've probably heard the term "island time" -- the notion that in the Caribbean islands things don't operate so much on a schedule as on a whim.
WASHINGTON -- You know the feeling. You wake up filled with dread but, still groggy, you can't put your finger on the reason.
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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