After 40 years of writing about everything I think, I’ve decided to take a blog break.
For almost forty years I wrote for two newspapers here in South Carolina and never uttered a curse word. The pages of these family-oriented newspapers were “profanity free” in those days. Oh sure, an occasional “damn” or “hell” might have
I never heard my daddy cuss. He was a war veteran who supervised a warehouse full of blue-collar workers, but not once in my life did I hear him let go with a string of expletives. Not so his youngest son. Beyond earshot of my non-cursing
If you’re a cancer patient, there’s a milestone moment when you realize your doctor is no longer trying to save your life, simply extend your life. That moment came for me a few weeks ago when Dr. David Ellison, chief of Oncology for Roper St.
I am sick and tired of being sick. Two weeks ago today I felt that little tickle in my nose. You know the one. The one that says you’re about to get a cold. Yeah, that one. I felt it coming on and wondered which hand I shook that picked up the