Recently I used this space to write about the litter problem that plagues our community and state. I heard from a number of you who are concerned about it and the message it says about our sense of pride.
For years as a working mother I’d spend spend nearly every weekend following my personal menu formula for the upcoming week: make one roast, one casserole and one crockpot recipe. Eat each twice, freezing any leftovers for lunches or a smorgasbord and fill in with an evening breakfast.
A look at some news — recent and not so much — that made me shake my head…
In speaking of the Pulitzer Prize winning book Profiles in Courage by the late President John F. Kennedy, Fr. Dennis Hadberg said the work mentioned such well-known and notable people as John Quincy Adams, Daniel Webster and Sam Houston.
I have so many blessings, it’s a crime to complain. So I won’t. Except for one… leetle… thing.
I know about Wedding Planners. They even made a movie about one of them.
My mother had a small head. I know that because I’m wearing her floppy sun hat. I’m wearing her floppy sun hat because she left it to me when she …
It’s a universal truth that whenever we gather socially, food is a big part of the celebration – and that celebration’s success.
I love my husband, and he loves me. But there are things about him—and men in general—that leave me stumped.
Traveling from the Low Country to the High Country has wonderful benefits – especially in the spring or fall.
I like to think of myself as a dedicated runner. I also like to think of myself as a six-foot tall redheaded showgirl, so we can see where this is going.
With the nasty weather we've been having it is hard to believe it's Spring. This is the season when Summerville is at its most spectacular. Dogwoods, azaleas, Japanese tulips and wisteria create a blooming showplace. Those of us who live here sometimes forget what a garden spot we inhabit.
There are two things I fear: 1) Dying and 2) Being embarrassed. And there’s a difference between looking foolish and feeling stupid.
Heard about the cat in Oregon that terrorized his humans until they barricaded themselves into a bedroom?
I have a headache. I never get headaches; in 53 years I’ve had maybe three. I just don’t get them. (My husband says I give them—hardeeharhar!)
One day I’m going to write a book called “Things My Husband Says.” Chapters will be divided by topics, such as “Food,” “Wife’s Hair,” “Forrest Gump,” and “Best Friends” (which is not about me.)
Most of us have probably seen “The Peaceable Kingdom,” painted by 19th century American folk artist (and devout Quaker) Edward Hicks. He painted at …
Surgery is a funny thing. They put you to sleep, cut you open, sew you up and hold you hostage.
It occurred to me this past May, after a visit with my now 19-month-old granddaughter who is being held hostage by her parents in the far off land of Oregon, that if I wanted to spend more time with her, I’d have to be unemployed to do it.
By Barbara Lynch Hill
Clement Clarke Moore wrote the poem “Twas the Night Before Christmas” in 1822. With Christmas morning in your rearview mirror, here’s my version. A “What If” take, such as What if Santa left one kid in all the world nothing but clothes under the Christmas tree on Christmas morning and this event was then memorialized in a poem?
Christmas trees were first used outdoors, history tells us, probably about 1,000 years ago in Northern Europe. Queen Victoria and Prince Albert popularized their use indoors in 1846. The trend swiftly spread to America’s east coast, because the sketch of the Royal Family surrounding a Christmas tree appeared in the widely circulated Illustrated …
There’s a fad going around Facebook (it may have played out by the time this goes to press.) Like most fads, it’s harmless: One of your FB friends assigns you a random number; whatever it is, you have to post that many facts about yourself, i.e., “Five Things Most People Don’t Know About Me.”
Yesterday was Turkey Day for most of us – or maybe ham. We’ll also enjoy these same entrées for a few more meals. Then before we know it, we’ll be doing it all over at Christmas. These are great meals. Many people, my husband included, probably enjoy cold turkey and dressing as much, if not more, than the original hot …
Fifty years ago today? I was ironing. Of all the mundane things to be doing while the President of the United States was being shot!
I’ve been thinking about TV a lot lately, mainly because I never watch it. Apparently that makes me strange. (Which surprises no-one.)
Last week my mother turned 85. Not bad for a woman who thinks a balanced meal is a Little Debbie in each hand.
This was the third year for the eight of us. But the adventure began six Octobers ago when my sister Cynthia first took me for an autumn weekend at her Virginia hideaway. Then came my daughters Cathy and Mary Clare. Soon thereafter, we were joined by daughter-in-law Amy and her mother Kathy. Two years ago we made it three generations by adding …