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Columns

  • Take care to avoid heat stroke, sunburn this summer

    I believe I’m as happy as anyone that the sun has started making regular appearances here again. Summer storms are to be expected just about anywhere in the Carolinas, but those recent days upon days of gloomy dark rain, not to mention the flooding they brought, were getting to be too much even for this Cleveland native.

  • The unconditional love between a human and animal

    One of our stories that touched my heart was that of Jimmy, the dog who went missing during his caregivers’ visit to Shallotte a few weeks ago. I’m holding out hope he is OK and will eventually be reunited with his family.

  • Standing ready to answer questions

    I’ve been told I’m a generally easygoing person, someone who can roll with all the punches journalism brings.

    The very nature of the news means we — those of us in the business who serve in the trenches — work when news happens. That’s true regardless of whether you’re in television, online or print media, and if you’re in print it doesn’t matter whether you’re at a weekly or daily. It always means adapting when plans change or fall through.

  • Slowly but surely making the rounds

    It’s taking me awhile, but I’m starting to put faces with the names of the people who run Brunswick County, from government and civic leaders to residents and readers.

    Some people I managed to meet right off the bat, when they dropped by my office here on Smith Avenue to introduce themselves. Others I’m meeting in passing as I go about living my life off the clock (but always as the managing editor of The Brunswick Beacon).

  • Footloose on the job: Working it at work

    Less than two months on the job, and already I’ve been busted twice doing something in my office a managing editor probably shouldn’t be doing, even after hours: Dancing.

    The first time, it was by our cleaning crew who caught me jamming at my desk to Earth, Wind & Fire’s “Let’s Groove.” What can I say? I mean, the invitation’s in the title of the song, and sometimes I take direction really well.

  • Not a Brunswick County local...just yet

    I received some jarring news earlier this week, and it’s caused me to take a hard look at my life.

    At least one person in this county, possibly two, think I can no longer say I’m not from here, that having lived here for nine months is time enough to have assimilated.

    Now I’m not from here, but I don’t believe for a second that it is that quick and easy to blend into any new location, even Brunswick County.

  • Media and law enforcement should be on same side

    I’d watched from afar a clash between an area media outlet and one of the law enforcement agencies in its coverage territory. It seems there was some breaking news not too long ago and, as the station was trying to report it, no one at the law enforcement agency was available to provide any information in a timely fashion. The station, in subsequent reports of the story, took the chief of the law enforcement agency to task for it, and the chief reacted predictably.

  • From ‘best storyteller’ to writer, I have enjoyed every minute

    It was kindergarten graduation and awards day. A lanky, geeky girl stood toward the back of the group, adjusting her pink wire-rimmed glasses. She was waiting to see what award she would get. Every kid in the class got one, and she couldn’t wait to see what hers would be.
    Everyone was getting good awards: best dressed, most friendly, most helpful, most likely to succeed in first grade. When they called the little girl’s name, she skipped up to the front, hugged the teacher and grabbed her award as they announced “best storyteller.”

  • Smile — not only will people wonder what you're up to, you'll live longer

    It wasn’t that long ago — last month, I think — Americans were worried about a tight-lipped phenomenon recently referred to in (lighter) news reports as “witchy resting face.”

    Except the first word isn’t really “(w)itchy” — it just rhymes with it.

    For publication’s sake, we’ll refer to this condition as “BRF.” I don’t think it’s quite as bad as Grumpy Cat — another recent irritated-looking phenomenon in the feline world, but it doesn’t lag far behind.

  • Vacation Bible School teaches faith and respect for God’s creatures

    A little bird told me to have faith. Well, really he didn’t tell me, but a kind-hearted 5-year-old sure did.

    My son, Levi, attended the Colossal Coaster World Vacation Bible School program at Southport Baptist Church in June. Not only did he have a great time, but he also learned a lot about God and his love for all creatures great and small.

    A few nights after the program ended, I encountered a spider on the front porch, and promptly squashed its guts out with my flip-flop.