I was a lousy athlete, but I never wanted to play against a girl to make myself look better. I was a chubby, sometimes fat kid. I was always both...
Of all the months out of the year, January is the one I despise the most. The holidays are a beautiful thing with all the food, lights, and family gatherings,...
I was restless as restless can be, ill as the proverbial hornet, but there was no medicine to succor the sickness I was suffering. We looked for a snowstorm, but...
As winter creeps back into the South, so has the sheer panic of COVID-19. Experts say to get vaccinated and wear a mask, while the other half says that none...
A reader called me the other day to talk about her family’s newest member. Their beagle turned up scared, tick-infested, and hungry. After several days of coaxing, they befriended the...
By Dalton Dockery, PhD For the last five years, I have tried to write something in honor of the late Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. in observance of his national...
The experts call it “Florence Syndrome” The actors came to the center of the stage and as the lights dimmed, a song began to play. The young men and women...
Friday Feature January 7, 2022 I have not been in town long, but I have learned that Whiteville and Columbus County love their sports. I am excited to cover the...
I made a new friend the other day. Her name is Maggie. When I say made, I mean made. As in, created. It was very strange. I was looking for...
“We survived another year!” said the Bossman as he walked through the office door. “Just barely,” I replied as my fingers pounded over the keyboard of my computer. Our Christmas...
I was in a particularly good mood for a Monday, especially the Monday after Christmas when I knew gathering news would be a Herculean challenge and parts of me that...
An advocacy group called Freedom From Religion Foundation (FFRF) under the advisement of a ‘concerned citizen’ here in Columbus County has attacked our Sheriff’s Department about a Bible verse...
I had no idea, when Hurricane Matthew pushed water into our home in 2016, that my wife was making plans for Christmas. As we dashed and sloshed around with flashlights,...
Once upon a time, a little boy saw Santa Claus from his brother’s bedroom. It was an old, old house, built by a wealthy family many years before even the...
Pull up a chair and sit for a bit while I tell you story about a little mouse called Gus. Gus didn’t have much growing up. He came from a...
I sighed and rubbed my hands over my face as we approached the dilapidated broken-down structure that loomed before us. The old packhouse had been a beacon of contentment to...

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