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By Peter Sutton Pastor Pete takes Winnie on a walk near the Sacré-Cœur Basilica in Paris. When the time came to pack up the carriage house on Tradd and seal the boxes for the move to Paris, it was vital that I left room for Alicia. Sadly, she is not the new love of my life who I had hoped to find in Charleston, but rather she lately became my indispensable companion on my eve...

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Constitutional judo: our freedoms used against us By John C. Wohlstetter Justice Robert H. Jackson. PHOTO COURTESY OF HARRIS & EWING, PUBLIC DOMAIN, VIA WIKIMEDIA COMMONS Our enemies, domestic and foreign, have learned that the most effective weapons they may use against us often are the foundational freedoms that by law and tradition we grant those who would use them to de...

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By Peg Eastman Sir Henry Clinton. Portrait attributed to Andrea Soldi, c. 1762-1765. Did Sir Henry Clinton deserve the blame the British placed on him for the humiliating loss of the American colonies? Henry Clinton was born in 1730 in Newfoundland, son of Admiral George Clinton, the colonial governor of Newfoundland, 1731, and New York, 1741-1753. His father was descended fro...

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“We are a family affair!” Robert declares. “All of the crafts we are involved in stem from my grandfather’s skills or something we all learned together.

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Chrissy and I now shared a house and a father, though we had washed ashore from different storms. I had found a home in the wake of loss. He was searching for what loss had taken. Pop and I were the color in his life, but ever since his mom died, a part of him had remained ashen and dull, like the sand.

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