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 bags, stuffed with more cotton. S...
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 assembled scores o...
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 skeptical about Santa Claus. The idea...
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, hungry, tick-infested and cast away after what ...
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 only stand so m...
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 for either Saturday or Sunday. There ...
By Jefferson Weaver It hung, glistening, waiting to be a victim. I was more than happy to oblige. The grape was among the last I could find on the wild vine near our front gate; on a whim and in token...
By Katie Compton Boyd I saw what strikes dread and terror in every old Southern woman’s heart: a wooly worm! An omen of a bad winter. It’s hard to imagine now, as it’s been so warm, but if the w...
John Young is President and CEO of Columbus Regional Healthcare. Leading community organizations have agreed to join Columbus Regional in our 90-day campaign to slow the spread of the Coronavirus. Our...
I know a fellow who has to carry a card with him everywhere he goes to prove he isn’t carrying a knife or shoplifting. Much of one leg is screwed and plated together; he sets off metal detectors in co...
By Katie Compton Boyd I remember as a child, the women in my family would remind me, “you mustn’t talk of politics or religion, especially at the dinner table. It isn’t very ladylike.” Naturally bein...
I can’t recall the last time an election wasn’t “history making” or “the most important election of our lifetimes.” Once in a while, that’s been the case, but most times it’s been far more hyperbolic ...
By Katie Compton Boyd It was a rookie mistake buying an 8-year-old boy a very realistic rubber rattlesnake. I knew too, at the time, that its fangs might be plastic but this was going to bite me in th...
The phone rang, strident and screaming in the pre-dawn, at an hour that nothing good ever comes via telephone call. I tapped Toni the Pillow Puppy, and she moved without even waking up. The caller ID ...
Editor’s note — we’re pleased to welcome Katie Compton Boyd to Columbuscountynews.com. Katie is the owner and operator of Old South Tour Company in Southport. Rather than tell you ab...
Two conversations with dear friends got me to thinking the other day about what things will be like when “this is all over.” Whether “this” is the pandemic, the quarantine, the civil unrest, the safet...

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