As I stood there watching the parade of baseball and softball players march down the first base line to home plate on Saturday during the Moncks Corner Park and Recreation Opening Day ceremony, I felt a strong pull tugging at the pit of my stomach.
It’s that time of year; time for the annual Catfish Festival in St. Stephen.
When it comes to technology, somewhere along the line I veered off the learning curve and wandered down the cobblestone road to Oldmansville.
I threw up a photo on Facebook last week for Throw Back Thursday.
There are a couple of givens about living in the Deep South. First, since we have palm trees, a beach and big alligators, we can presume we will have hot, muggy summers and mild temperate winters.
I was asked recently what I would do for love, and my reply was something of a sad one: “Not enough.”
Just in case the world ends on Wednesday, Jan. 29, with this epic and historic winter storm, I have begun this diary so that eons from now, when the Great Thaw frees my body from this icy grave, maybe future generations will know.
There is one word that will strike fear and horror into the hearts of any parent.
I’m sitting here trying to decide about what to write.