I was very happy with the turn out for the Republican primary. The voters cast their ballots in almost record numbers.
When my brother and I were very young, my parents would take us on business trips with them to New York City. We would stay in a hotel and drive my parents crazy with our mischievous antics.
Katie Holme is the director of Healing Horses. Holme suffered a trauma 18 years ago that left her with a severe case of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). In an effort to recover, she researched and engaged in many traditional and untraditional treatments that were unsuccessful. After rescuing a horse who had also suffered abuse and who exhibited the same fears and pain as she, she began a journey with him to a place of peace and harmony.
If you live in a cave, you probably are the only one around who has not heard that the S.C. Republican primary will be held Jan. 21.
Our tree is droopy, no unopened presents are under the tree and the house is too quiet, but I think that this has been the first year I have had a chance to reflect on the true meaning of Christmas in a very long time.
This poem was written by a Marine, and he had the following request: “The holidays are here and some credit is due our servicemen and servicewomen for our being able to celebrate these holidays. We need to stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who have sacrificed themselves for us.”
I read an article in the newspaper the other day that saddened me! The article was about a mom who was writing her children a note signed by Santa and it said, “Your mother is going to take you to the store when she can.”
Every now and then, angels appear cleverly disguised as ordinary human beings.
The other day I had the opportunity to visit Indian Land Middle School to talk to Brittany Howell, a seventh-grade teacher, in regards to collecting items for our troops.
The National Turkey Federation estimates that 46 million turkeys were eaten this Thanksgiving, and that 10.8 billion cranberries are consumed every holiday season from September to December.
My brother is a collector. He has always collected something. So when he decided to clean out his attic, he found some old magazines. He was kind enough to share them with us. One he sent was an April 20, 1942, issue of “Life Magazine.”
Last Monday was a teacher’s work day in the Fort Mill schools. All the children enrolled in the F.L.Y.E.R.S. Program in the were invited to a special treat – a day at the Field Trial Barn on the Anne Springs Close Greenway.
Renewing my driver’s license is something I hate to do! I always procrastinate even though there are several options to renew. I manage to skip all the easiest ways and slide into the DMV one or two days before the expiration date.
It’s getting to be the season to diet, even before the holiday foods become available. I don’t really have any big plans. I just want to make room for the extra calories.
Happiness, like most of the other important things in life, cannot be planned. We have all done things that are supposed to bring us happiness.