Psychological experts are engaged in a heated debate over a curiously underappreciated issue of our times: should "narcissistic personality disorder" continue to viewed as a mental illness? Or should we concede, in my view, that mirror-kissing personalities have become not only the norm but a national passion.
"We have tried negotiation with the (Obama) administration and legislation with the Congress -- and we'll keep at it -- but there's still no fix. Time is running out."
Seldom has anybody's scholarship kicked up so much controversy.
Someone I met during the end of my junior year of college really showed me the difference between having a passion and an interest. Throughout my relationship with this person, I've recognized the importance and value of having interests and fueling passions.
I never knew my father; he died when I was five months old, leaving my mother with me and my 3-year-old brother. We were not his first family. He had nine children by his first wife, eight girls and one boy -- five little graves attested to the mortality rate in earlier times. Many first wives died before their husbands, not surprising since childbirth was so dangerous and the mortality rate so high. I cannot imagine having more children -- especially since my father was 63 when I was born and my mother was 40. Back then, people just had the number ...
Being queen is a heck of a job.
It has been more than three years since the U.S. Senate last passed a budget. The last time Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid fulfilled his legal responsibility, Conan was still on NBC, Tea Parties hadn't come together, and the iPad hadn't yet been introduced.
With the start of the NFL season less than 100 days away, the proverbial clock is now ticking for every franchise hoping for success in 2012.
WASHINGTON -- To grasp the clear and present danger that the current flood of campaign cash poses to American democracy, consider the curious case of Post Office Box 72465. It demonstrates that the explosion of super PAC spending is only the second most troubling development of recent campaign cycles.
For those of you who noticed that my name wasn't popping up on the front page a lot lately ... now you know why.
I would shrug and say "So what?" to the latest details from President Barack Obama's pot-smoking past, except for one thing: he stirred so much hope as a candidate for sensible marijuana policy reforms but, as president, has delivered so little change.
Governor John Rutledge and his Privy Council left Charles Town in April 1780 before the British siege of the city closed all escape routes. He journeyed north to Camden, arriving there in late April or early May. That he should go to Camden was to be expected since Camden was the only town of any size in the interior of the state at the time. Roads to Camden were relatively good and Rutledge knew and had done business with Joseph B. Kershaw for several years.
Technology is bringing the magic of nature -- specifically, the majesty of America's symbol, the bald eagle -- into our living rooms.
I have had my fun with social media, but as I get older and accrue more responsibilities, the need to be "social" on the internet has declined and my need for face-to-face time has increased. My 18-year-old sister, however, is just getting started.
Conservatives warned, often with glee, that President Barack Obama's support for same-sex marriage would spark a backlash from African Americans. But less than a month later, guess what? Polls show black voters dramatically swinging the other way, closer to Obama's view.
A while back, a messy problem loomed ahead. I don't like confrontation. If that makes me less than a person then consider me to be itty bitty. Life, I figure, is too short for squabbling. My motto is "whenever possible, step out of the way."
Recently an inquiry came to the South Caroliniana Library from the Adirondack Museum in Saranac Lake, N. Y., concerning an Edward T. Start (1867-1952) photograph in their collection. Along with the inquiry came a copy of the photograph and Start's obituary from the February 5, 1952, Adirondack Daily.
I love my job. As harried as I can be sometimes, I really do love it. I think long-time readers of this column know that by now -- that I love to write stories about Kershaw County, especially in Camden, which has been my primary beat (along with healthcare) for 14 years. You know that I'm passionate about the S.C. Freedom of Information Act and that I truly believe it doesn't just benefit journalists like myself, but individual citizens like you.
Let's talk about grumpy people. Fie on them.
I was truly proud to be able to report during the past week an historical event right here in Camden. It was the naming of the I-20 bridge that crosses the Wateree River for Kershaw County's three Medal of Honor recipients. The Medal of Honor is the greatest and most prestigious award bestowed on those serving in the United States military and to receive it means you've done something exceptionally special, often at the cost of your life.
One of my favorite movies is the 1969 classic Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid; since it came out I've watched it probably 20 times.
Tech companies are finally spilling some of their most sought-after secrets.
I completed my bachelor's degree the first week of August, so I was thrilled to snag a job at the Chronicle-Independent a little more than a week later.
Tax inversions. Double Irish with a Dutch sandwich. Spinning off tangible assets into real estate investment trusts. Son-of-BOSS shelters.
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