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Columns

  • It's 5 a.m.—do you know where you are and why you're up?

    I had awakened at my usual pre-dawn-Tuesday hour to get some things accomplished. It was, after all, newspaper-drop-dead-deadline-day, a significant time of the week—every week, rain, snow, hurricane or humidity—here at the Beacon.

    While visions and sounds of the prior night’s Sunset Beach Town Council meeting danced and grumbled in my head—another story to crank out ASAP Tuesday—I cranked up the coffeemaker and logged onto cyberspace.

  • She was at the right place at the right time

     

    I have always heard the saying, “ the right place at the right time,” but never has it been more true than last weekend.

    I had a rare few hours off work last Saturday night and decided I wanted to hang out with one of my best friends. The last few months we haven’t seen much of each other unless we were at work in the local restaurant we both moonlight in during the summer months.

    We decided it was girls’ night out.

  • Farewell, Brunswick County, and thank you for the chance to bring you your news

    After more than six years, 2,040 stories, 196 opinion columns, countless crime reports and one ejection from a public meeting, my time here at The Brunswick Beacon is winding down.

    This Friday, Aug. 3, will be my last day at the Beacon, where I have spent the past six years and three months trying my damnedest to bring you the news—first, right and, frankly, better than anyone else.

  • Answers to some things you may—or may not—be wondering about

    Pedaling like mad Monday in a cycling class I had resumed after abstaining because of a sprained wrist, I wondered: Why, just because I had been out for a month, does it feel like starting all over again?

    While the tough-and-fit instructor and most of the class spun their two-wheelers way above the speed limit, I was going at a sea-turtle rate of about 15. I could barely breathe. I felt my face turning red—more out of effort than embarrassment, I think.

  • Obama’s ‘chicken and egg’ argument bad for business, the country

    With $1 billion and counting in his war chest and everything else available in his political arsenal, our campaigner-in-chief has once again sets his sights on the free market.

    I’m not sure why President Barack Obama continues to attack the tenants of capitalism, other than to distinguish himself from his opponent, former Mass. Gov. Mitt Romney, who is the poster child for free market success.

    First, Obama attacked big, bad private equity as a jab at Romney’s tenure at Bain Capital.

    Now, he’s going after the little guy.

  • More critters of summer—rats are roaming uninvited at the beach

    Rats at the beach?!

    Now I know I’ve heard everything when I hear uninvited rats are cruising and bruising our pristine beaches.

    Then again, when are rats ever invited to the beach—or anywhere, for that matter? Obviously, they decided to invite themselves.

  • Justice for Jaronn: Questioning how and why

     

    As a reporter I am used to asking questions. Sometimes the answers are obvious and other times they are hidden.

    This Sunday evening before the Fourth of July, I have one question that has plagued me since March 1 when I first found out a 3-year-old child had been dropped off at the Brunswick Novant Medical Center and died shortly after.

    How could anyone kill a 3-year-old child?

    I just don’t understand.

  • Will SCOTUS healthcare ruling be the end of Obama(care) era?

    I’m beginning to understand why our fearless leader President Barack Obama doesn’t think too highly of the U.S. Supreme Court.

    I used to think Obama simply dislikes anyone with the audacity to disagree with him, but now, oh wait, no, that is all it is.

    He really detests when people oppose him or his ideas, especially, it seems, if they wear a robe.

    Maybe he always wanted to be in their elite legal club. Who knows?

  • Playing possum is not a good, at-home game, even with Magic Mesh

    I type with trepidation early this morning in my Little River, S.C., living room, the back screened-porch door cautiously open to the sounds of light rain and a crow cawing in the distance for his breakfast.

    Things just haven’t been the same since I got lured in by my new Magic Mesh instant screen door, one of those As-Seen-On-TV miracle products that seemed to be just what I—and my cats—needed to survive summer.

  • Summer of the silver toes

    It’s summertime and “Jaws” stories abound.

    Before I moved to the coast more than 10 years ago, I didn’t have the same respect for the ocean as I do now. I didn’t know the intricacies of the waters and its inhabitants. It is important to take precautions with the ocean just like you do any other place.

    While I am certainly no expert now, I have learned a thing or two. One of my personal summer rules is no metallic nail polish on my toes. Well, OK, my toes are silver right now but that will change before I take a swim in the ocean.