There are two types of people in the world: Those who carry umbrellas, and those who don’t.
If South Carolina does it one way, and most other states along with the federal government do it another way, we might wonder how likely it is that South Carolina is right and everybody else is wrong.
A man on a gravel road in Lebanon woke up early, fired up the riding lawn mower and set to work cutting his lawn. He’s mowed this lawn for 30- …
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 nutty thing we do is public knowledge. (I’ve always liked this saying: “Live as if every single thing you do will someday be known. Because it will be.”)
This is not your typical front page, above-the-fold news story, which is where I wished this could go.
What’s your favorite pet: dog or cat? What do you prefer on your hot dog: mustard or ketchup? Who do you like for president: Hillary or Jeb?
There are two kinds of people: Those who hate snakes, and those who don’t.
There is nothing – absolutely nothing – more important to the future of our state than fixing education. And as a result of the Abbeville case, we have a once in a lifetime opportunity to fix it. The question is will we?
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.”
My purse never ceases to startle me. It’s like “Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom”: I’m not sure what it contains, but hopefully the contents are worth the fight.
With all activity in the last few days, I feel compelled to offer the following information to explain why I voted against removing the Confederate battle flag from the Statehouse grounds.
In the Huge News department, check it out: Barbie, that high-heeled icon, has changed to flats. I’ll pause to let that sink in: Barbie in flats!
Life is never dull at Crazy Acres. Just last week we had a locked room—I mean, a fenced yard—mystery.
I have had a problem my whole life with being appropriate.
You might not want to read this while you’re grilling: Over Memorial Day weekend, an Indiana woman stabbed another woman IN THE EYE for eating the last rib at a cookout.
Hang on, Berkeley County, someone has mastered (sort of) the art of Tweeting.
Do you ever look around and think, “Only in South Carolina?”
According to a recent scientific study, 50 people aged 51-to-80 were subjected to this test: Can you stand up from the floor without using your hands?
Sometimes I think people are going crazy faster than I can keep up.
I watched David Letterman’s final show last night with a sense of school pride.
The natives are restless at Crazy Acres, and by “natives”, I mean our roosters, Ben and Jerry.
I wanted to be a lot of things growing up.
Back in the day, legendary coach Bear Bryant (Roll Tide!) filmed a famous commercial for South Central Bell Telephone. He looked into the camera and said, “Have you called your mama today? I sure wish I could call mine.” Ever since, some version of that commercial pops up around Mother’s Day
If you wait around long enough, and find someone with the right amount of money, you can pay to have a study done on just about anything you want – and get the results you want, too.
A new Chick-fil-A opened in town last week. Many of my former northern friends — Yankees — asked me, “Why is this news?”