Friday morning's national news headlines brought this one from USAToday.com: "School board removes Sherlock Holmes novel as derogatory to Mormons."
As our birthdays accumulate, eventually we may reach one which causes us to stop, reflect, remember the past, and then to compare it to the present. On July 15, 2011, I had such a birthday, my 83rd.
OK, people: chill out. Breathe. Relax.
Has the tea party peaked? Republican lawmakers affiliated with the upstart anti-tax movement scored big in the nerve-wracking debt-ceiling debacle, but the victory left enough hard feelings to feed the movement's ultimate downfall.
Unless you've been burrowed in a hermit's hole somewhere for the last few years, you know that there has never been a more volatile time for businesses.
Republicans in South Carolina may soon be in line for a love affair with Texas Gov. Rick Perry. That is, if he decides to run for president. So why would South Carolina voters like him? Well, for one, he's not Mitt Romney. Perry is a cotton farmer's son who speaks with a ton of Texas twang, while Romney is an Ivy League-educated "Yankee" from Massachusetts.
This session the South Carolina General Assembly addressed redistricting, the process of reconfiguring election districts that is required every ten years in order to reflect population changes reported in the latest U.S. Census. It is a painstaking task to ensure that state legislative and congressional districts are equal in population, guaranteeing each person's vote is equally represented in the state legislature and in the U.S. House of Representatives.
A "sugar-coated Satan sandwich." That's what Rep. Emanuel Cleaver, a Missouri Democrat and chairman of the Congressional Black Caucus, called the bipartisan deal to raise the debt ceiling -- as he announced he was voting for it.
Once upon a time I wrote fiction. No, C-I critics, I don't mean any of my articles. Those are about real life, real people, real events.
It is only in comparison to today's Republican Party, divided between its old-school establishment and its Tea Party zealots, that today's Democrats look unified.
I got a call from a school board member recently asking what to do when her board goes into executive session and then talks about things that cannot legally be discussed there.
I am not ashamed to admit that, at the instant the ref blows his final whistle and the scoreboard flaunts her last digits, a palpable degree of sadness, of disappointment comes over me like a dark cloud stealing the sun's warmth on a winter day. Reality sets in. Football season is over. The rivalries and intensity, the festivities and friends, the tradition -- all will be missed until next season. And I'm not alone. For many, it's about playing the game but, in more, watching the game. The game, defined one way as "a physical competition conducted according ...
Last year, I wrote a column defending MTV's popular reality show, "Teen Mom."
Back when I was in journalism school -- in the days when Gutenberg was still trying to figure out movable type and four guys named Matthew, Mark, Luke and John were just starting to jot down their thoughts -- we were always taught to be subtle when writing opinion pieces.
Last time golf fans saw Tiger Woods at a PGA event he couldn't make it to the final round at the Players Championship in Ponte Vedra Beach, Fla. Set to make his comeback this week at the Bridgestone Invitational in Akron, Ohio, Woods has had two months to recuperate from that forgettable performance at the Players and will now try to return to that championship-winning mindset that defined his game for so long.
WASHINGTON -- The new "agreement" between Russia, the U.S. and our allies is exactly what the former KGB agent ordered.
Sylvia Plath said, in her autobiographical novel The Bell Jar, "There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them." While I do fully agree with the literary force of genius that is Plath, if that had been my statement, I would have written it: "There must be quite a few things a hot bath or a long walk won't cure, but I don't know many of them."
Recently, I was listening to a talk radio host railing about how public schools "no longer teach values." This issue seems to be a mantra of sorts for some folks in the media, many of whom I suspect haven't been anywhere near a public school in years. As someone who is in public schools every day, I can't for the life of me figure out what this view is based on. I know it's not based on reality.
It is each of the many Easters of my life that I remember more clearly than any other holiday. Christmases blur together with only a few standing out in my memory such as the one when it snowed all day, the year I lost my voice completely, and the two times that I wasn't home – one working in Washington, D.C. and another in London.
** Thomas Ravenel, the former state treasurer who served prison time for cocaine distribution, now stars in a reality television show called "Southern Charm." Ravenel stumbles through the show in a haze of alcohol and bad judgment. He and his girlfriend, who's 30 years his junior, recently had a baby in Florida. Ravenel says he intends to revive his political career by running for the U. S. Senate from the Palmetto State. The guys in Vegas would probably lay some long odds on his chances for success.
You know what the most commonly used word in the English language seems to be?
Robert Mills was the first American born and trained architect. He called himself "Robert Mills, Architect of Public Buildings." Indeed, Mills established a new scale and standard for public buildings in Washington, D. C. when he designed the Treasury Building, the Patent Office, and the General Post Office in the 1830s and early 1840s. In other parts of the country, Mills designed buildings that were sensitive to regional values and local architectural traditions. Always his attention was on permanency and fireproofing for his public buildings.
Camden is, without a doubt, a horse town. Kershaw County is a horse county and the love for horses extends throughout this great area of South Carolina. However, it stops at my door.
Easter is a holiday of two extremes. On one side is a covert celebration of springtime with cute bunnies and pretty dresses and Easter egg hunts and chicks and flowers and lambs. On the other is a lamb being slaughtered on Passover. There is a bloodstained cross on which a Jewish man is dying who proclaimed that he was the Son of God, and that he had to be killed so that God's wrath against my sins could be carried out not against me but against him.
WASHINGTON -- One approaches the race fray with trepidation, but here we go, tippy-toe.
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