According to Gary Chapman’s popular book, The Five Love Languages, my daddy was a gift giver. He gave extravagant presents but was a man of few words when it came to expressing his emotions. 

Last week I shared with you the fact that some 25 years ago I bought my mother a pig for Valentine’s Day and she thought it was the best gift ever.

If you think this story is about Berry Gordy’s 1960’s record label that gave us “Baby Love,” “My Girl,” and “Ain’t Too Proud To Beg,” you’re wrong.

It was the best Valentine’s Day gift ever. How do I know this? Because Momma said so, that’s why. And momma, of course, is always right. 

I once thought that the world would end in a “boom,” but nowadays I fear we will all perish in a “Zoom.” 

Remember playing pirate as a child, banding together with a crew of neighborhood kids to search for an imaginary chest filled with gold doubloons?

When I moved to LaGrange, Georgia, from Tennessee as a fifteen-year-old, my first Georgia beau was Dan Larry Payne.

Like many Americans, I tuned in on Jan. 20 and watched as Joe Biden was sworn in as the 46th President of the United States.

Looking to check attending Mardi Gras off your bucket list? This year you’ll have your chance. Well, sort of.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

I have always been a glass half full kind of guy. Even in a gallon of gloom, there is always an ounce of hope to be savored.