I love the Olympics. I love the pageantry, the drama, the underdog stories, the rivalries and the camaraderie between nations that this world …
My husband and I recently vacationed with two other couples. It was fun – and eye-opening, considering Widdle Baby and I were together for 10 days in airplanes, hotel rooms and a ship’s cabin. Together 24/7. All. The. Time.
We’re not in the Manitoba wilderness or on the plains of Saskatchewan – just in Victoria, BC, a “shore day” on our Alaskan cruise. It’s a lovely place, at least as much as we can tell from a five-hour excursion.
There are many things that set our country apart from the rest of the world: the history of how we won our independence, the freedoms our country …
Time magazine’s June 13 cover story was “How to Stay Married (and why).”
I love to fly; I actually look forward to flights. Well, as much as one can look forward to being crammed into a metal cigar tube and tossed into the uncaring sky.
Pardon me for a minute while I brag about my children, specifically my youngest child, Tall Sam. Sam is the youngest of our four children. He’s got an older brother who actually may have a couple of inches in height on him, but at 6 foot, 5 inches I still look up to him.
The pending arrival of spring brings with it the arrival of the awards season.
I confess. I had more fun responding to inquiries about Mike Pitts’ (R-Laurens) journalist registration bill than I have had answering questions about any other proposed restrictions on the press or personal freedoms.
I went for a walk in the woods over the weekend and stumbled across a piece of history.
In his address on national television in December, President Obama insisted that he has a strategy to destroy Islamic State, also known as ISIS. But what Americans see instead is an incremental, reactive, indirect approach that assumes time is on our side. It is not.
Well, Christmas has come and gone and I’m still wearing my stretchy pants. I gorged on fruitcake, toffee, chocolate and Trader Joe’s coconut bars until my taste buds rebelled. You know that “ugh” point, when you’ve eaten so much nothing looks good? That’s where I am.
Last summer, my youngest son and I spent several weeks in the garage building a couple of kayaks as part of a Scout project. The skin-on-frame …
Yesterday I opened the refrigerator, groaned and slammed the door. Then I opened the freezer, screamed and slammed the door.
Surely I have ADD. I can’t spend three minutes on one task before I get distrac—SQUIRREL!
I saw a link on Facebook the other day that made me laugh: “Reading can reduce insomnia”.
I’m working on a theory: People have always been crazy, we just haven’t known about it. With today’s 24-hour news cycle, every …
My family is always tossing around pearls of wisdom. At my high school graduation Uncle Charles announced, “After you turn fitty, it’s all doctors, all the time. Enjoy your health, gal.”
I like to think of myself as a dedicated runner. I also like to think of myself as a six-foot tall redheaded showgirl, so we can see where this is going.
If you were to look for parallels across history to compare with the next 600 words you are about to read, upon reflection I’ve come up with one: Abraham Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address.
I was talking with the Ex recently about the success of her diet, and I asked her how she did it.
It was interesting to read the recent Berkeley Independent headline that stated “County Council Power Shift Tops 2013 News.”
Clement Clarke Moore wrote the poem “Twas the Night Before Christmas” in 1822. With Christmas morning in your rearview mirror, here’s my version. A “What If” take, such as What if Santa left one kid in all the world nothing but clothes under the Christmas tree on Christmas morning and this event was then memorialized in a poem?
You can blame this on last week’s time change.
Our state’s governor’s race is beginning in earnest. And, the early indications are it is likely to be dirty, mean-spirited and devoid of substance and issues – in short, politics as usual from both political parties in South Carolina.
I received an interesting e-mail from my friend Craig, who has inspired several columns. It directed me to a website where I would learn how I could become a tree when I die. Of course I had to see what that was about.
The American Dream is simple. It is the foundation of our country and our state. It is not written into the Declaration of Independence or the Constitution; no Congress or legislature ever passed laws to make it official.But every American knows what it means and so do the countless millions of immigrants from around the world who have risked it …
Our state is facing the greatest public health challenge of our lifetime. As many South Carolinians who have worked all of their lives, paid taxes, and been actively involved in their communities are now reaching retirement, they are also at risk of losing everything they’ve worked so hard to earn.So how do you go about planning to care for …