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Sheila Barnard Nungesser
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Do you have trouble finding that unique or personal Christmas gift for a friend or family member? Does he or she “have everything”? Do crowded malls, traffic jams, long lines, and overspending leave you tired, frustrated, and lacking in holiday spirit? If so, my grandmother may have just the solution for you. Although she died almost thirty years ago, Grandmother’s words inspired this message so appropriate for Christmas time. Usually around Thanksgiving my family asks me what I would like for Christmas. The older I get the harder it is to think of something that I truly want or need. This is frustrating for them because they really wish to express their love and thoughtfulness in a present that I can open on Christmas morning. This year when my mother (or anyone else) asks the question, “What do you want for Christmas?” I will be ready with an answer. It […]
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Instead of naming their new subdivisions the Dune Cottages, the Ocean Forest Cottages and the Riverside Cottages and then running their Dune Avenue down the Sea Island Spit, where the Loggerhead Turtles nest and 144 species of birds come to rest, making reference to the sea of effluent on which their cottages sit would be more honest, but it wouldn't attract many new buyers for Sea Island Coastal Properties' million dollar lots, would it? And it probably wouldn't please the realtors trying to move the 29 extant mansions in the million dollar plus range (For anyone looking to pay less for Read on →
Oh, I love it and I hate it, Every now and then berate it, The sweet and sunny south where I was born. — Gina Forsyth Image in my head: a tour bus arriving in the republic of Biblestan, disgorging a file of daytrippers, like poverty tourists in a Rio slum, at some ramshackle barbecue joint, hiply-shod, fanny-pack-wearing gawkers shocked at the absence of recycling bins by the dumpsters, saying “Gee whilikers!” and “You betcha!”, having their barbecue not too spicy! then waddling off to the Gift Shop for some outrageous corncob art. I have Chuck Thompson’s book Better Off Without ‘Em: A Northern Manifesto for Southern Read on →
The feeling of your tires losing traction on an icy road is hard to label. You'd think it might feel like falling, a sudden stop or start, a gut-twisting vertigo as the ground drops away, but it's not that dramatic. Instead of physics slapping you with your own momentum, you feel, perhaps, like the road has just started lying to you. The motions of your hands and feet, something you've felt so very confident in for years, aren't following through on their promise. You're clearly steering in one direction, applying just so much pressure to the pedals, but the road Read on →
What would winning the War in Afghanistan look like? America has been at war there for 13 years and you would expect that after thousands of casualties and spending immense sums of our tax dollars something that could be deemed victory would have been achieved by now. Instead of that we are presented with soon to be retiring Rep. Howard P. ‘Buck’ McKeon, Chair of the House Armed Services Committee, chiding the America people and President Obama for not wanting to keep fighting the longest war in our history. In a February 24th speech to National Press Club the California Rep Read on →