I wrote a column several years ago about how you always see that one lonesome shoe on the side of the road. It is never in a pair and there is probably a great back story on how it got there.
I don’t usually put too much stock in how weather affects attitudes, but I’m starting to change my mind.
As an opinion columnist, I’m usually pretty direct with my words. I have no problem calling it as I see it.
As I was digging into a jar of pickled herring the other day, I looked at the aghast faces of my family. I wish this an isolated incident, but it seems to happen with regularity.
The last time I saw Buster, he was trotting through the woods next to the house, the sun dappling through the pines and dancing across his healthy red coat.
We have a habit of making victims out of those who do despicable deeds. We often do this by claiming they have some sort of disease or syndrome to rationalize what has been done.
If you’ve been paying attention to Gov. Nikki Haley’s pro-public health, anti-Obamacare campaign, you might recognize the talking points: “America is one of the least healthy industrialized nations, and South Carolina is one of America’s least healthy states.”
Google is a wonderful tool.
My generation likes to pokes fun at the latest group of youngsters for growing up in the Participation Award Era, where as many points are giving for trying and losing as they are for winning.
I wonder if there is a classification for somebody who believes in God, considers that belief a private matter and detests prosthelytization. If there is, put me down as the poster child for it.