Confronting the Reality and Scare of the Coronavirus
I would have never imagined that one day I would write a piece in my weekly column about a plague that would be so potentially threatening and have an adverse effect on most of the known world.
I would have never imagined that one day I would write a piece in my weekly column about a plague that would be so potentially threatening and have an adverse effect on most of the known world.
When my son and I walked into the American Legion Hut (where we vote in my district of Dillon County) on February 29, 2020 to cast our ballets for our choice of who we wanted to represent us in the Presidential election in November, my Christian conviction forbid me from calling it pride, but I felt a sense of great joy and satisfaction with him accompanying me to cast his ballot.
I recently was given the very difficult assignment of presiding and being the one who would bring words of comfort to a bereaved family.
February is the time to plant early vegetable crops such as garden peas (Pisum sativum) and spinach (Spinacia oleracea).
Orchids are relatively easy to grow and provide six to eight weeks of beautiful flowers.
Since this is officially Black History Month (that was started by historian and scholar Carter G. Woodson back in 1926), I am going to start this month off by focusing my attention and emphasis on a subject that is, in my estimation, one of the most essential elements of the African-American culture and experience in the history of this nation.
When people think of a dogwood tree, they often think of a flowering dogwood.
Common buttonbush, also referred to as honey-bells, is a deciduous shrub that was cultivated for a pollen and nectar source for honeybees.
Virginia sweetspire (Itea virginica) is native shrub from eastern Texas up to New Jersey and thrives throughout South Carolina.
With the beginning of a new year, as well as a new decade, in many aspects of life (that range from the personal to the collective) there are things that are very problematic and even foreboding that are looming over us like dark clouds before a torrential downpour.