Decorating early actually can trigger some "feel good" hormones, according to some psychologists. Just unpacking and dragging those items from the attic can often quickly erase a few of the uncertainties of this year. Instead of doom and gloom, there’s peace and joy.
We’re gonna get through this. It’s a period of history that our grandchildren will read about and share faint recall at family reunions.
As convenient as my drive-thru ballot drop was, it almost felt too easy. I hope we never take this privilege lightly. Never feel like your vote doesn’t matter. It’s your voice, your vote expressing your personal preferences.
Does the thought of spending a couple of hours in a car on a road trip put you in a bad mood? Does the very idea of watching trees and other cars zoom by put you in a trance?
In the absence of that opportunity to dress-up like a hero or creepy character, I find myself wondering what prompts folks in this country, and elsewhere, to embrace something far more concerning, but still with elements of make-believe.
It was 1977. Eleven-year-old Ronnie Richter Jr., was caddying for his father in the City Amateur at Charleston Municipal Golf Course. Faced with a 10-footer for birdie on the third playoff hole, the elder Richter rolled it in for the win. After hugging his father, the boy then sprinted for t…
There’s still something very satisfying about a hot, glazed doughnut. Seeing stadium lights in the distance on a Friday night or hearing the birds chirp at the backyard feeder. Smelling coffee, first thing in the morning and listening to the infectious laugh of a child.
These are all small, simple aspects of our daily lives that give me a belief that we’ll come through this.
Since March 24, Denise Marie Fugo has prepared three large pots of soup every night in her kitchen. In conjunction with various organizations who deal with homeless families and veterans, the fixings are delivered to her front door. From there, what ends up in the pot is her decision.
For more than 50 of Vic Svenson’s 69 years, he’s been digging underneath long-abandoned outhouses in downtown Charleston in search of buried treasures.
As we head for Labor Day, it’s important to remember many people have missed many work days this year, or worse yet, have lost jobs altogether. It also has forced me to pause and appreciate the value of a work ethic that surrounded me both as a child and into adulthood.
Habits and routines are often mentioned interchangeably, but they’re different. A habit is an action that’s done automatically. Do you keep your car keys in the same location when you walk into the house?
It’s crazy how this pandemic has managed to produce such seemingly unrelated interruptions to our routines.
I understand when an approaching hurricane forces a panic buy on plywood, batteries and generators. I still don’t fully understand the vagaries of various virus-related shortages.
As it begins to look like we’re not going to see much college football this fall, it means we’ll also not be treated to the various quotes that coaches, players and announcers elicit when describing the various ups and downs of this game.
These past few months — or has it been years — we’ve all been forced to reflect and re-examine our surroundings and circumstances. Nothing feels normal anymore. Every movement or decision seems to be cloaked, or masked, with a consideration that once upon a time wouldn’t have received a seco…
Earlier this year, a Facebook posting from someone down on their luck prompted Kim Harmon to take some food to a woman living in an extended-stay motel in North Charleston. While there, it was clear that many others at this same location were also in need.
I made a recent visit to see how my old friend, The Muni, was taking shape. She wasn’t just receiving a minor facelift. No, the old girl was in the midst of a total makeover.
My Baptist, pulpit-poundin’ father, God rest his soul, often referenced something called "preachin’ to the choir." It’s an expression about attempting to enlighten those who are already the most likely group to adhere to what’s being suggested.
As the principal at Mitchell these last eight years, she was preparing her 320 students for new challenges. Nothing in any educational seminar ever prepped her for closing a school in order to fight a pandemic.
It was a week ago, or so, that I entered a restaurant for my first meal inside an eating establishment in more than three months. It was a newly opened breakfast place near my house and beyond a certain curiosity, I wanted to support the business and its workers.
It’s been a long year hasn’t it? So much has happened since we started 2020 that it feels like it’s time to write some year-ending column that offers insights and highlights from the year we’ve experienced.
It was while standing in line to vote last week that I noticed so many people wearing masks and talking to each other. Though the majority of voters seemed very interested in their phones, a number of people seemed extremely willing to have conversations with others who were also standing in line.
It was on an early evening drive down King Street this past week that I saw boarded-up store fronts and various spray-painted messages. I’ve seen those images before, but only during hurricane season.
I remain hopeful that the day returns when the music starts and the feet feel the beat, that it’ll feel perfectly appropriate to invite someone to join you on the dance floor.
Before reporting for duty with the North Charleston Police Department, Officer Sarah Midgett often took her children to school in the backseat of her patrol car. Eight-year-old Isaac is not fond of the backseat, but 5-year-old, Eli, thinks it’s cool.
In Darlington this afternoon, they’ll hold a stock car race with certain restrictions and protocols. Though no spectators will be allowed, they’ll be taking the temperature of every person who enters the track.
As we celebrate moms today, it’ll be yet another different occasion than we’ve ever seen before. The reason to celebrate, though, is as important as it’s ever been.
In looking back at some of the topics I’ve discussed with you these last few weeks, the last non-coronavirus column that was written was March 1. Since then, it’s been a steady diet of dealing with change, learning to stay in place and counting our blessings.
Recently, those who have lost jobs have fortunately found these boxes to provide real, tangible blessings. Inside, there might be canned goods, baby wipes and small snacks. In recent weeks, for reasons we all appreciate, many of these containers are constantly empty.
I call it the social distance shuffle. You’ve no doubt seen it. It begins when one person inadvertently approaches another and violates the 6-foot barrier. The other partner in this dance immediately begins to backpedal and might even extend the arm. It requires no music, just someone uninte…
Nothing about this Easter Sunday will feel familiar to most of us. Families won’t pose for photos as they leave churches in their new spring dresses and sports coats. Restaurants won’t require reservations for large groups to graze on the buffet. And children will be forced to look for hidde…
The virus continues to dominate the headlines as health officials battle a disease they can not see. In addition to all the lives that have been lost, there’s the additional strain of losing a job.
We live, right now, in a very uncertain and fluid circumstance. Obey the rules, fight off fear and panic and look for those moments when you, too, will have a chance to be considerate and respectful.
Instead of wringing our hands over COVID-19, keep washing them as you enjoy the simple pleasures of living in the Lowcountry.
For those of you still dealing with the break in your routine, I’ll pass along a possible remedy at the end of today’s get-together.
There’s a particular solitude that’s found along the banks of the Cooper River and perhaps even a swelling of the chest when appreciating what the city of North Charleston has done to repurpose this area into Riverfront Park.
It was a simple gesture on my part, or so it seemed. Upon spotting a turtle attempting to cross the road, I pulled to the shoulder and gestured to other drivers to stop, as well.
Sarah Quinn was introduced to a project at her school called Bicycles for Humanity. The idea was to collect bikes that people here in Charleston didn’t want in order to send them to western Africa.
There was no way these caterpillars would survive if left in the wild for the remainder of January. Lynne Bauman is now hand-raising these insects and has them in a mesh habitat inside her house.
I’ve been a little reluctant to embrace the idea of electronic commerce. It’s not necessarily out of fear of identity theft. I think it’s because I actually enjoy seeing and trying on what I’m getting.
For the fourth time in the last five years, Clemson finds itself in tonight’s national championship game. They have won two titles in that time and enter tonight’s game against another unbeaten team, LSU.
Why do my days seem to last so long, but the years just keep flying by? We’re flipping the calendar on another year, ya’ll. This is usually a perfect moment for reflection, but with not so much attention to what’s on display in the mirror.
There’s something about Christmas and lights, though, that always fascinate me. Whether the lights are wrapped around a Palmetto tree or draped like moss from a giant oak, I’m intrigued by the illumination.
Windwood is designed to provide hope, help and healing for abused and neglected boys in Charleston and Dorchester counties. When the boys, generally aged 8 to 14, arrive at the facility, all of their possessions are contained in a black plastic bag. What isn’t quite as visible is the additional baggage of abuse and neglect.
I was 5 years old, my dad was stationed at Camp Pendleton and the family was eating a Thanksgiving meal in the mess hall.
It was sometime in the mid-'90s that I was in Seattle, in my previous life as a sportscaster, covering The Final Four. I don’t remember who was playing nor do I recall who won. I have a very vivid recollection, though, of something else I witnessed. There were people in line at numerous stor…