If you see these riders on a road near you, know that they’re very aware of your presence.
In his column, Warren Peper writes about emerging from the COVID-19 pandemic and how just being together is an uplifting tonic that makes us feel human again.
Estee Perlmutter was born and raised in Charleston. She attended Academic Magnet High School, then left for college out of state, before returning to MUSC where she received her license as a nurse practitioner.
On that December day in 1995, a couple of coincidental factors played a part in prolonging Tom Kent’s life. The man who stopped was a Vietnam vet who had been a medic.
Palmer Rivers is 6’5” and was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York. After high school, he worked a variety of jobs ranging from payroll clerk to taking tolls at the different bridges and tunnels around the Big Apple.
Some of the most pristine views of the Lowcountry occur when crossing the many bridges that connect these long-standing rural communities to each other. The tides, shrimp, oysters and puff mud reside deeply in their fabric. If you pay attention, you can find glimpses into history along the way.
Though we still have a while to go before the pandemic is over there’s nothing wrong with taking a moment to appreciate the hope of better days both now and down the road.
On COVID-19 vaccinations, "It was uplifting to see so many people in line, doing the right thing. It’s not only doing what’s best for yourself, but also for your family, your neighbor and yes, for your country."
As we start to come out on the other side of the pandemic, will we need to learn how to interact with each other again? Remember that the sharp knife of kindness cuts both ways. Sometimes we get what we give.
Americans continue to occupy hospitals all across the country, but nowhere on that patient’s wristband does it indicate a political party preference.
Being the first child includes both pluses and minuses. Many parents seem to use the first child as a test run. After that, do parents start grading on a curve?
Super Sunday is here and it figures to be a little different than years past. However you decide to weigh your food options or wager on the various outcomes, good luck.
For 30 years, John Sigler proudly wore the uniform of the U.S. Army.
Now he proudly wears a Waffle House uniform. The shirt is pressed and tightly tucked in his pants. The yellow tie is carefully knotted and the apron neatly tied. Even the simple visor is purposely and properly placed atop his head. He's ready for duty.
How can an empathetic president make a difference? Empathy allows someone to understand and share the feelings of another. In order to come together, we can benefit from that example.
It’s been a while since we looked at each other with decency and dignity. Isn’t our country worth giving it a shot?
Anybody know what day of the week it is anymore? During the holidays, that’s not all that uncommon. But we’re now into the third week of a new year and while I am fairly certain of the month, it’s a 50-50 proposition that I’ll nail the exact day of the week.
I like words. Sometimes, they come easy. On occasion, they can make people laugh, cry or remember. If the words are properly constructed, they might inspire or even motivate.
Every year, a Michigan university publishes a list of words and phrases that are overused, redundant and, in their view, should be banished.
There is probably no time of the year that provides so many moments for reflection than Christmas. It stirs up certain smells and sounds that provide memories from past experiences.
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.