These underappreciated, undervalued, and underpaid professionals are the unsung heroes and heroines in the stories of so many of our lives, particularly African-American lives like mine that arose in the era prior to the major accomplishments of the Civil Rights Movement in the rural South.
In my column last week, I shared some excerpts from my autobiographical book, Growing Old in Newtown.
Starting this week and continuing for the next several weeks, I will be sharing some excerpts from my autobiographical book, “Growing Old in Newtown.”
In light of the season that we are in, I will feature my last article today that reflect upon the season, as we did last week.
Invariably, one of the things that the holiday season ignites in most of us are memories of Christmas past.
I recently came across the following data (about the number of endangered species) that was compiled by the United States Fish and Wildlife Services: Mammals (93), Birds (101), Reptiles (46), Fish (165), Clams (91), and Insects (85).
Living in a small southern, rural community like Dillon does not exempt or prohibit us from being aware of the major issues and events of our times.
The slaying of the Jewish worshippers on this past Saturday in Pittsburgh, while they were praying in their synagogue, has greatly alarmed and awakened me to a terrible reality that we all would do well to heed.
In writing this material for my column today has been both a challenge and a release for me due to the issues that I have had to consider and contend with within myself.
For quite a few years now, October has been designated as National Clergy Observance Month. This is a time when pastors, preachers, and people of the cloth (both men and women) are commended, celebrated, and honored for the work that they do in regard to feeding God’s people with knowledge and understanding, as well as guiding and guarding them from spiritual peril and predators.