Commentary on Current Events of Interest to Columbus, and the Surrounding Counties of NC
I finally caught Hope on a day when the thermometer in the truck read 105. She was mangy, covered in ticks, scratched up and infected. She was too hot, tired...
For nearly a year, it lay waiting. Half-covered by rank grass, half-shaded by the scrub oaks and desperate pines, shielded from traffic by little more than a half-hearted blackberry bramble...
It surprises, even shocks, some people when they realize the woman in the black and white swimsuit pictures is my mother. Neither photo is objectionable, especially not by modern standards....
As I write these words, my ditches are overflowing, my animals are fractious, my pants are wet from the waist down and the ankles up, my shoulder hurts, I’m not...
Gentlemen, fix your sons. The other night, I had stopped at a gas station to feed my ancient Tahoe, Valkyria. One pump down was one of those ridiculous, repulsive squatted...
I‘ve driven past it dozens if not hundreds of times through the years. The post is made from wood of a kind we don’t see anymore, cured heart longleaf pine,...
We call it the Blue Room, simply because that’s the color of the walls. The modern term is “man cave,” which I despise almost as much as the phrase “she...
Every time we turn around lately, somebody is angry or offended or something. Indeed, it almost seems to be worse as we’ve moved closer to Christmas. That bothers me. We...
Editor’s note: Times may change, society may evolve, and even newspapers change the way they deliver current events, commentary and the events of daily life.Some things, however, never change. W...
Note—thank you to everyone who asked if there would be a Paula story this year. You can find previous Paula stories on my Facebook page. Merry Christmas! Once upon a...
More than a century ago, maybe even on a Christmas morning, the doll was unwrapped to squeals of joy. Her body was simple and straight forward – basically just cotton...
By Katie Compton Boyd No doubt about it, my gramps loved Christmas. He loved everything about it, the meaning, the reason, the joy dancing across children’s faces. Each Christmas he...
In many ways, I was always a pestilential child, at least when it came to my siblings. At Christmas, I was even worse. That particular year, I had become markedly...
Good William IX doesn’t have to hunt for a living any more, but the instinct is still there. I brought the redbone home on my birthday a few years back,...
Thanksgiving has ended, which typically marks that wonderful time of year when I begin decorating for Christmas. Not inside, mind you, until Dec. 1 at the earliest, because I can...
It took a weekend of fouled plans, a flat tire and a mother-in-law’s injury to realize again why I should be thankful. Nothing had worked out quite like I planned...