What's in a name? A lot, apparently

Here’s a little tip to those of you would-be writers out there from your Aunty Pam: When you begin the promotional book tour for the release of your debut novel and find yourself happily chattin ...

Pam Stone: Man robs bank to escape repair job?

As far as I’m concerned, the funniest (saddest?) story of the week featured 70-year-old Lawrence Ripple, of Kansas City, who, according to various news reports, walked into a bank with a note th ...

The not-so-picture-perfect teen years

Generally, I’m very happy to have grown up in the generation into which I was born. While the suburbs were encroaching, there were still large swaths of open, rural area in the north Georgia com ...

Well, at least the snow is clean

Hasn’t this past week been exquisite? The foothills, cloaked in white, sparkling beneath the winter sun, the open fields under a soft, becoming mantle of snow -- how lovely it has been to watch ...

Passengers take flight from sanity

This past week in the news, as seemingly each week, there was another report of what has been dubbed “air rage,” when yet another flight was forced to divert, this time, to New Zealand, be ...

Overcoming that writing hurdle

It’s 15 minutes until 4 p.m., on a Wednesday, which is the deadline for this column and up until ten minutes ago, I had completely forgotten to write it. Until recently, I’ve never truly e ...

This ain't your daddy's fruitcake

My mother might not have had the chiseled body of Madonna, but man o’ man, in her prime, she had a forearm like Popeye. She had to — in order to tackle her yearly holiday cakes. This Chris ...

Merry -- hiccup! -- Christmas, y'all

I don’t know about you, but nothing says Merry Christmas more to me than being left a big ol’ mason jar of peach ‘clear’ on my front deck, along with instructions scrawled on c ...

Diet? I'm dying for some eggnog

Every now and then, I need a little pick me up. Are you with me? You know the feeling: despite denying yourself all the gooey, baked goods that come with the season and stringently adhering to your ex ...

Such touching words in the business world

Should I describe having telephoned someone I tend to say, “I called you.” And when I email or dust off my quill and ink pot to send a handwritten note, I would say, “I wrote you. ...

Got a bone to pick

There is what’s meant to be an amusing video making the rounds on social media showing a flustered young dog trying to grasp, bite or chew the “bone” painted on the bottom of his wat ...

Feel like starting over

Every four years in this country, precisely after midnight on Nov. 9, the Canadian Emigration website crashes. As it did this year. The top Google searches revealed last Wednesday, when the winning ca ...

They're not your mother's cupcakes

All right, I’m going to say it. And I know this won’t win me any friends. It’s even possible I might alienate every reader I’ve ever had. But here goes: I don’t like mode ...

Remembering the difference Mann made

It is my prayer and belief that when Joe Mann, proprietor of Big Oaks Rescue Farm, left this earth on Tuesday, beneath a delicate crescent moon during a clear, glorious autumn morning, that he was met ...

Smile! You're on critter cam

It was with great anticipation that I set up the critter cam (also known as a hunter’s trail camera) borrowed from my neighbor, Jay (because Paul didn’t get it for my birthday despite two ...

Riding with Junior, and his little darling

Me and Junior went riding.On the first Monday of each month, I drive a Mobil Meals route and my third delivery is to a neat-as-a-pin brick ranch, with a nicely paved driveway and a deep culvert on eit ...

The dangers of mapping while driving

Coming home from a performance in Hendersonville, which should have, frankly, included combat pay for having to negotiate down the Saluda Grade at 10 p.m. with a line of big rigs snapping at my heels, ...

Life does go on, even after tragedy

After a particularly busy morning, coupled with living amid the chaos of a bathroom demolition, I thought I might treat myself to lunch at our local joint. I'm not a meat eater, but there I can get th ...

An open letter to the Creepy Carolina Clowns

Listen, I don't know if your appearances are tied to some sort of Halloween marketing ploy or if there was a convention called (that originated in the woods behind an apartment complex) that we weren' ...

Some days are for the dogs

Saturday morning our impossibly spry, 14-year-old Rosie, asked to be let out for her usual routine of doing her business, followed by 20 minutes of woofing at the woods, bouncing off her front paws at ...

Oh, the joy of winning

Besides the plastic fan that I had won a decade ago at The Dollar Store, which I wasn't even allowed to claim for quite some time as I had filled out the raffle ticket with the name, 'Pam Banana' (lon ...