Southern winters are a lot like Southern women I have known: they can come at you bone-chilling cold one day, with dark, threatening clouds that can bring down trees and power lines with their iciness; then burn you like a fat-lighter-pine fire the next.
Late, late afternoon it was. She walked into the restaurant and lit it up. A beautiful woman will do that, light up a place, but she was an outlier, a woman who no longer dyed her hair but had taken care of herself over the years.
Congratulations! You’ve made it to 2021. Will it be just another year? If it’s just another year then that won’t be bad at all because too many will not have another year.
As a modern Southerner, I have a love/hate relationship with many things Southern: grits, country girls who catch bigger fish than I do, and last but not least – the pecan.
As a first-year teacher, December found me worn out and looking forward to the Christmas break. That last day of school was a cold, dreary one, but I practically danced through each class.
It may very well be the most well known poem of all time. We’ve all heard it. Many of us would say the holidays are just not the same without hearing it or reading it at least once, especially if you have children.
Joyeux Noel, people! Joyeux Noel! Christmas is coming to the Pee Dee a little early this year. After a lengthy wait, The Lost Cajun restaurant on West Lucas will be opening its doors on Friday! Allons!
From the “You Just Can’t Make This Stuff Up” file: Last Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, the stage was set for a most memorable and merciful occasion - the official state-recognized pardoning of June the Turkey.
