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Columns

  • There’s nothing like unexpected good news to start off the New Year

    I was feeling particularly agitated last week after reading false and libelous claims a local public official wrote about me in a publication across the river when I got a good dose of what I like to call perspective.

    Nothing, and I mean nothing, pulls at my heartstrings more than a soldier reunited with his or her family. When I logged onto my Beacon Facebook account Friday afternoon, I noticed that a Brunswick County native, Private First Class Aaron Farmer, returned home safely from Afghanistan, and had recently been reunited with his wife and their young daughter.

  • Thank you Brunswick County

    SHALLOTTE—Some local business owners want the town’s board of aldermen to show more “speed and enthusiasm” about re-opening portions of Holden Beach Road.

    At the board of aldermen’s regular December meeting, the board began a discussion but recessed until Dec. 15 to host a workshop focused on finding a more immediate solution to business owners’ needs on Business 130.

  • Many people help BFA

    To the editor:
    An amazing collection of individuals gave up their personal time to make Christmas happen for 2,501 children and senior adults in 685 households. Volunteers worked long hours every day for three weeks to set up distribution sites. If you have never experienced the process, it takes a lot of work.

  • Merry Christmas from me and my open meetings and public records drum

    It’s Christmas. I wanted to write something holly and jolly and fun. I really did. I love Christmas—everything about it.

    But alas, I find myself beating the same old drum I’m always beating. Someone has to beat that drum. I can’t even imagine what would happen otherwise. Even the little drummer boy has nothing on me and my open meetings and public records drum.

    Pa rum pum pum pum.

    I couldn’t help it; I just love that song.

  • Toy run brings out best among bikers, car buffs, chicks and season

    My stint as a “biker chick” has been long overdue.

    So when organizer Jerome Munna invited me to ride along on the Brunswick County Motorcycle Enthusiasts’ toy run last Saturday, I responded with enthusiasm and wonder.

    I wondered: Where is all my leather stuff?

    All my closet could yield that cold morning was an off-white cardigan sweater to don over my jeans and black Ugg-like boots. The bottom part was acceptable, but the top, I soon learned, didn’t fit in at all.

  • Let there be (Christmas) lights

    Christmas is one of my favorite times of the year. The smell of pine in my nose and the dazzle of Christmas lights twinkling in my eye make my soul jump.

    I have always been enamored by decadent holiday light displays. They beckon many fond memories of my childhood.

    Over the years, my father toyed with outdoor lights from the multicolored to the classic white, but nothing says home for the holidays like the candles in the window and the spotlighted wreath on the front door of my parents’ home.

  • Does political correctness now trump common sense, sanity and Christmas spirit?

    I am a pro-life Christian. Chances are, if you’ve ever read the words that usually occupy this space, you’ve probably already assumed as much. But I tend to steer clear of such topics.

    By their inherent nature, these topics also tend to be loaded topics, and one usually has little chance in persuading his or her readers to change his or her mind about his or her stance on life, so, like I said, I’ve found it’s best to avoid the subject.

  • Post-Thanksgiving frenzy enough to make some people freaky on Friday

    In light of this year’s horrendous shopping incidents, Black Friday ought to be re-christened “Wacky Friday.”

    But what do we expect, when the lure of after-Thanksgiving bargains has people rising at ridiculous hours—or not even going to bed at all?

    Sleep deprivation could have been a culprit when one California woman, hell-bent on getting her hands on a bargain Xbox before anyone else, got a bright idea to clear the decks to the deal by pepper-spraying competing shoppers.

    Or maybe she was just plain crazy.

  • Generations separate us, but technology links newfound friends

    We are unlikely pen pals.

    He’s a World War II-era veteran who has tales to share about his service as an Army Air Force medic. 

  • When you fall, make sure you fall forward

    It is so easy to look around and find things in my life I wish were different. There could always be a little more money, a little more food in the pantry, a little more gas in the truck, a little more time off work, a little more time to write, five more minutes to sleep.

    I could make a list a mile long of all the things I want.

    This week as I attempted to write my column I thought a lot about what I am thankful for and the list ranges from my health, a roof over my head, family and friends to the sand in my bed and the meowing of my cats.