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Columns

  • To remember those suffering from Alzheimer’s disease and the families who love them

    It was my best friend’s wedding. I stood proudly at the altar in a surprisingly wearable bridesmaid’s dress as my college roommate was escorted up the aisle by her proud, beaming father.

    We were in a beautifully restored historic church in Raleigh, a perfect setting for this particular couple. Her dress, hair and jewelry matched the church magically. It was a lovely, crisp fall afternoon. They purposely selected a fall Saturday when the Wolfpack had a by-week.

    Almost everything was perfect for her perfect day.

  • Dr. Oz leads viewers down healthier yellow brick road

    I have to confess, I’m one of those fawning middle-aged women out in TV land who loves to watch Dr. Oz, the new rock star of healthy alternatives.

    Since being graced by the magic wand of Oprah—who from all indications also set up Obama—fit, 50-something Dr. Oz has been jogging down the yellow brick road of fame and influence.

  • New Year resolutions and more

    A New Year means a new start and for many people it’s a time to assess their lives and make a choice to change something—a New Year’s resolution.

    New Year’s Day has traditionally been a day of strangeness for me.

    New Year’s 2000, I awoke with the flu and the world had not ended. My resolution that year was not to buy into the end of the world theories.

    And yes, I know some say 2012 is it. I don’t buy it.

  • 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.