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Columns

  • If I knew what to write, I would have written it, right?

    Apparently, there are 91,300,000 professional, expert writers among us. At least that’s what Google says.

    I’ve been stuck in a rut lately when it comes to column writing. I’ll go ahead and blame it on the Seasonal Affective Disorder I wrote about last week.

    Taking my own advice, I bought a new lamp. I’m sure it wasn’t the kind experts say to use for light therapy, but it was on sale, very modern looking, and in a way, helped me through retail therapy.

    Close enough.

  • Listen to candidates before you make up your mind

    I went into last week’s GOP debate in Myrtle Beach, S.C., confident I wanted John McCain to be our next president.

    But when all the candidates left the convention center and all but a few of the press had hopped on their planes headed to their next debate, I wasn’t as sure as I was when I arrived earlier that day.

    Don’t get me wrong; I was very impressed with McCain.

    While I am not trying to endorse McCain, I agree with a good portion of his message—his priorities for this country and our security.

  • Anyone could manage with a lifestyle manager

    It’s one thing to have a career and quite another to stay at home, tending to the home fires and bookoodles of endless tasks shrieking for attention there.

    A few days ago, I was about to move out until I read some advice about cutting what you have to do down into “chunks,” to make the chores at hand less overwhelming and more manageable.

    I think that’s a great idea.

  • Future linebacker's mom prepares for a great year

    This year will be a new beginning for me. No, it’s not because of my New Year’s resolutions. It’s because 2008 will be my first full year as a mother.

    My son, Levi, was born on Oct. 24. He was a big boy, weighing 8 pounds, 11 ounces and 21 inches long.

    At birth he was a healthy, good-sized baby. The pediatrician and surgical team who delivered him were taking bets on his weight. “Whoa! That’s a 10-pounder right there,” someone exclaimed.

    “Yeah. I’d say 10-plus,” said another.

  • Political apathy makes election season even worse

    Amidst all the hoopla of the political coverage we’ve seen of late, it seems more like a rerun of last season’s show.

    The dates and locations may change, the faces change, but it still sounds the same.

    On one side, it seems we have three people who will say or promise anything to get our support. They tell us they know our burdens and feel our pain.

  • 'Soft-sational' songs can sometimes do you wrong

    I never thought it would come to this, but I think listening to too much soft rock music in my lifetime has begun to hurt my writing career.

    First, I innocently mentioned a song by Dan Fogelberg in my Dec. 20 column. A couple of days after I wrote it, but before the paper came out, I learned Fogelberg, singer-songwriter of “Same Old Lang Syne” and “Leader of the Band” from the 1970s and early 1980s, had died of prostate cancer. My timing has never been worse.

    Sorry, Dan. Rest in peace.

  • A little bit of hospitality can go a long way

    As 2007 drew to a close, Joyce Davis and her husband Phillip were looking for a little luck.

    At the end of the year, the two were both under the weather. Between doctors visits and the holidays, neither were feeling quite up to par.

    Wanting to change their run of luck, Joyce decided they would partake in the New Year’s custom of eating black eyed peas and greens. Across the U.S. many families participate in this tradition hoping it will bring them good luck and prosperity.

  • Don't be SAD this winter; some cures for the winter blues

    When researching ways to beat the winter blues, the first article I came upon simply said there is one cure: death.

    I had to laugh when reading this, as the author must truly be a pessimist. Sure, many people can feel the effects of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), but there is more than one way to beat the winter blues.

    Mayo Clinic describes SAD as a type of depression that interferes with daily life.

  • Is it ever as simple as 'it is what it is?'

    If you walk into the Beacon newsroom on any given day, it’s likely you’ll hear one of us mutter the phrase, “it is what it is,” about any given topic.

    Left behind by a former editor, the simple phrase is more of an inside joke in the newsroom than an evaluation of facts, which is good, because according to a new list, it doesn’t mean anything.

    For 32 years, Lake Superior State University has compiled a list of banished words.

    This year’s list includes my favorite phrase, “it is what it is.”

  • January blahs pave way for whole new year of complaints

    Well, most of the Christmas lights and decorations have come down, the last of the black-eyed peas, collards and cornbread—what the kids wouldn’t eat—tossed out to bring good luck to the winter birds passing through town.

    Now all we have to look forward to is the January blahs.

    Fortunately, on this sunny first-Sunday morning in January ’08, just a hop away from the Carolinas coast, with the porch door open and the birds chirping in the background, it’s a lot easier to stomach.