• Brunswick County offers no-fuss family fun

    “Mommy, I wanna do somethin’ fun. We never do anything fun.”

    My son utters these words every weekend. It never fails that when I am attempting to get caught up on my housework, he gets bored and accuses us of being “the most boring family ever.”

  • Trading on Calabash name just might require a trademark

    An ongoing go-round between restaurant owners about claims to use of the names “Miss Calabash” and “Mrs. Calabash” has spurred food for thought (see write-up on this week’s food page in the Tides section of the Beacon).

    When Calabash restaurateurs Shawn Bellamy and Crystal Coleman-Nixon challenged a new restaurant about use of anything even remotely resembling Miss, Mrs. or, as we say down South, Miz or Mamaw Calabash, a nosy reporter—aka me—started nosing around.

  • From Batman pajamas to cap and gown, children grow up quickly

    By Angie Sutton

    General Manager

    It seems like yesterday when I was begging to get a pair of Batman pajamas off my son Cameron just long enough to throw them in the laundry.

    Now Cameron is a graduate of the class of 2013.

    We have all heard the sayings, “don’t blink,” “time flies” and “they grow up before you know it.” Today I truly understand those words.

  • Sibling connection means a lifetime of shared experiences

    Be careful what you give your kids for Christmas—it might affect their whole lives.
    When my sister Anne Marie and I were kids, our parents gave us a printing press. It had wooden block letters we placed in slots and ink we poured into a container. After we arranged the letters into words, we hand-cranked paper over the blocks into a printed page.

  • Here are a few tidbits about what happened in Vegas, baby

    I finally found out, I finally found out. I finally found out what happens in Vegas.

    The answer: pretty dang much anything you want to have happen in Vegas.

    I’m not sure I should share, since what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas—unless you’re Prince Harry with his ever-present trail of stalking paparazzi and leaked cell-phone photos.

  • Graduation and growing up can be hard on parents

    By Renee Sloan

    Staff Writer

    When my son was born, everyone told me to enjoy his childhood because it would pass too quickly.

    I’ll admit that I’ve thought about him growing up, but I didn’t really consider how I would feel about that until I watched him graduate from Pre-K last Friday. When I saw him in his little blue cap and gown, it really hit me; he’s growing up, and in less than 15 years, he’ll be graduating from high school.

  • Memorial Day weekend crowds kick-start summer season

    Long lines at drive-throughs, stoplights and grocery stores can mean only one thing: It’s summer at the beach.
    The weather Memorial Day weekend appeared to be custom-ordered: no rain and low humidity.
    That forecast and beautiful beaches in the South Brunswick Islands combined to lure crowds to the coast.

  • Looks can be deceiving; would sign prevent another tragic drowning?

    Since I’m not from here, last week’s drowning in the Lockwood Folly Inlet was the first of its kind I’ve covered for a newspaper.

    I have covered the unexpected, including a child who drowned during a quick and heavy rainstorm. He tried to save his basketball from floating away in a shallow ditch and was knocked off his feet by the fast-running water and pulled into a driveway culvert.

  • Inlet has breath-taking beauty, malevolent undercurrents

    It looks like a place where peaceful waters flow.
    Instead, it’s a place where deadly waters flow.
    A tourist from Ohio drowned in the Lockwood Folly Inlet last Tuesday. The 21-year-old man was trying to swim from the east end of Holden Beach across to the west end of Oak Island (Long Beach).
    The inlet—about 300 yards wide— separates those two islands and connects the Atlantic Ocean to the Intracoastal Waterway.

  • Figuring out the perfect gift might just be saying thanks

    By Renee Sloan

    Staff Writer

    With Mother’s Day right around the corner, many of you are rushing to the mall to find gifts for your wives, mothers, grandmothers and mothers-in-law. After we make deadline, I will probably be right there with you in search of the perfect gift for my mom. However, there’s one person in my life that never wants any gifts—my grandma, Fay Wright.

    Every year, I always ask her what she wants, and she says, “Oh, don’t buy me nuthin’. I don’t need anything.”