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It was almost five weeks ago, while we were still extracting Halloween candy from our teeth, that I admitted to being less than fond of local radio stations prematurely playing Christmas songs 24 hours a day. Now that we have front yards decorated and some bone-chilling temperatures, I’m all…

I must say it’s nice not to be bombarded with the rhetoric, half-truths and bombastic barbs that seem to be part of the landscape when it comes to getting elected these days. Almost a week later, I’m still uncertain what messages or trends we’re expected to glean from last week’s results.

Words do matter — but actions speak louder. I’ve got a story to tell you today. A story that won’t reveal the man’s identity, because he says he doesn’t want the publicity. I will tell it, even so, because our world needs to hear about such acts of kindness in the midst of constant evil and …

People who know me just a little bit quickly realize I’m not a crusader and rarely latch on to causes. It’s just not my style and I’m much more comfortable watching from the wings while offering everyday observations that might produce a smile or a shared memory.

Every Tuesday morning, 92-year-old James Alewine waits on his young friend, 71-year-old Lawrence Clair, to pick him up at his home in Summerville. Every week, these two men make a 30-mile trip to various parts of Dorchester County. They’re not going to the doctor, they’re delivering meals to…

We’re gonna talk about one of God’s little creatures today that continues to torment me. It is an inventive and crafty creature that constantly takes from others, and may even privately laugh at people’s efforts to circumvent his daily, devilish deeds.

Kathleen Wilson moved to Charleston in 1987, fresh out of grad school at the age of 24. With her, a car packed with dreams and a very large harp. She would marry, raise a family, serve on City Council and play with the Charleston Symphony Orchestra for 31 years. Tonight, she’ll enter the Sou…

A quick "did you know" fact as we gather for our weekly cup of coffee. In 1902, a business on King Street called Star Vaudeville Theatre was closed. The city fathers decided this particular business was bringing in too many lascivious characters. A successful furniture salesman by the name o…

When’s the last time you thought about visiting the animals at Charles Towne Landing? Many of us took our children there for field trips or maybe used the venue for picnics or family outings. The Animal Forest contains the various wildlife that would have existed when English settlers landed…

On most Sundays, the 45 or so congregants at Faith Lutheran Church on Johns Island recognize the regulars who gather to worship at the little sanctuary on Maybank Highway. A few years ago, a couple of strangers hesitantly stood at the back. Their names were Poney and Annie. Both needed a lit…

Apparently, there’s a movie remake in the works featuring the one-and-only Mary Poppins. According to the ad I saw, the movie is due for a Christmas release. You tell me … if it’s not Julie Andrews, then can it really be Mary Poppins? If the chimney sweep is not Dick Van Dyke, then does it r…

Goose Creek High School’s enrollment hovers around nearly 2,000 this year. The Berkeley County school has a mix of civilian and military families due to its proximity to the Naval Weapons Station and Joint Base Charleston.

Through the years, this column has included my fondness for a variety of different foods. From biscuits to boiled peanuts and from rice with any meal to Moonpies, I’ve not been afraid to reveal that my taste buds have not really evolved. As a matter of fact, they often resemble the food pref…

Just off Exit 187 on Interstate 26, there’s a small community called Pringletown. Most folks wouldn’t consider it a destination. There are a couple country churches, a gas station, a strip mall and a hair salon.

As we watch the Winter Olympics, there’s a new-found appreciation for how quickly we all grew tired of the snow and ice that held the Lowcountry hostage last month. It was beautiful the first day or so, and then we all recognized why we don’t choose to regularly live in that environment.

If all you know about North Charleston’s new police chief is that he’s black and came up through the ranks, you won’t qualify as a credible witness. “Yeah, I am black, but I’ve been black for 52 years,” he says with a chuckle.

This flu season, we’re all — rightfully — sensitive to being around each other. We open doors with our elbows and keep tissues at the ready. Some of us have actually started wearing infection-fighting masks as an extra layer of protection.

A large number of our veterans are displaced, living with lingering effects of post-traumatic stress disorder and substance abuse. Because of those realities, they have no family or support network.

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Merry Christmas! Depending on the ages of people in your house, today may modulate somewhere between ho-ho-ho and ho-hum. I wouldn’t expect that you’d be reading this column before you opened your presents. I’m flattered if that’s the case, but seeing what I have to say should be much farthe…

As a teenager in North Charleston, I have a fond memory of watching donuts float down the production line and then receiving a warm bath of glazed glory beneath the glow of the neon "HOT NOW" sign.

Since we all seem to sit in traffic every day around here, I can’t help but notice the back end of cars. Inching along our interstates at 7-10 mph provides an opportunity to check out the various bumper stickers that people choose to decorate their vehicles.

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Nostalgia certainly sweeps across us this time of year. Familiar songs, smells and scenes fill our senses and make December, well, go ahead and say it — It’s the most wonderful time of the year.