If you’re reading this on the day it was published, then tomorrow is my birthday. At least according to my momma it is.

For more than a century, Wannamaker Drug in Cheraw has prided itself on “Going the Extra Mile” for its customers. 

No one person has had a more profound effect on my life than my nana, the late Louise Farr. 

It may very well be the most well known poem of all time. We’ve all heard it.

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! 

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.

Pardon me for stating the obvious, but 2020 has been a dumpster fire of a year. Like most of us, I can’t wait to see it in the rearview mirror.

When we think of Thanksgiving, certain things come to mind: Turkey, dressing, yams or sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, and pecan or pumpkin pie.

So what inspired Grady Weaver III to write a book detailing the life and military career of his late father-in-law, Frank Trimual Wall, a World War II Marine who signed up for active duty just two days before the bombing of Pearl Harbor?

The lobby of MUSC Health Florence Medical Center was filled with the crooning of such standards as “Fly Me to the Moon,” “My Way,” “You’ll Always Be the One I Love,” and “Don’t Let the Stars Get in Your Eyes.”

Mark and Kym Hilinski are on a mission. That mission is to educate, advocate, and eliminate the stigma associated with mental illness.

It was a relatively quiet Saturday night, just me and the dog. I was not too far from calling it a night and crawling into bed. A busy day of preaching lay in wait.

Recently my husband agreed to help a friend relocate some furniture a few miles away to a different city. He asked me to come along and “help” him, so I cancelled everything on my calendar for that day and made ready to join my love on this impromptu trip

A wonderful thing about column writing is that every so often a published column can give birth to another column. On even rarer occasions, the result can be multiple columns - twins, triplets, or – Heavens to Betsy – quadruplets. Such an occasion occur

Oh, I can imagine all the broken-hearted little girls who just read that headline and broke down in tears. “Daddy, that bad, bad man didn’t really kill a unicorn, did he?” I will most certainly have some explaining to do to my dear, sweet granddaughter.