Lately I’ve noticed that my dog, Atticus, is always watching me. Sure, I hear you: nearly all dogs are known for keeping eyes on their owners. But I’m telling you, Atticus watches me like a trained spy.

A few weeks ago, I was leaving choir practice on a Wednesday evening when the sun had already set, and the area of Uptown Greenwood was quiet with only the noise of street lights and folks packing up at the county library and calling it a day.

September is here, and I believe that the sky over this part of the country appears its absolute prettiest in September. Sunlight is more golden around the end of the day, daybreak looks more crisply blue, and September skies even seem so quiet that — if I listen just closely enough — I can …

Last Friday night, I found myself driving along Highway 702 right after sunset. I was headed home after dinner at Seasons by the Lake, a cozy restaurant tucked away on the Ninety Six Highway. My sister, home from Charleston for the weekend, joined me at our favorite summer spot and we caught…

Last weekend, I traveled down to Hilton Head Island for the wedding of my best friend from college. By most accounts, it was a normal wedding weekend. I enjoyed the island breeze and a little sunshine at the beach, witnessed the ceremony and caught up with old friends at the reception.

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At my high school graduation, I shared with my graduating class an excerpt from Robert Fulguhm’s book of essays “All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten.” If you’re not familiar with this work, I highly recommend reading it. When I was seventeen years old and about to embark on t…

I always have a hard time selecting a card for my mom on Mother’s Day. The same sequence of events happens to me every year: I visit two or three drugstores, read every single card written by Hallmark or American Greetings, and I walk away empty-handed. My mom, you see, is different. Not jus…

Last weekend, I had the pleasure of a Friday night spent in the company of friends at Greenwood’s local music festival. Springfest 2019 was by all accounts a success, with many folks coming in from out of town to catch the best bands in this area. I caught performances by Steven Galloway, Ti…

Where do you plan to be this Friday night? Surely you’ve heard by now that Greenwood’s free, all-local, good-vibes-only music festival will kick off at 5:30 Friday evening over at the Uptown Market on Maxwell Avenue. Friends, this is an annual event you do not want to miss.

I’ve long appreciated the line in that Jackie DeShannon song from 1965, “What the world needs now is love — sweet love,” she sings. “It’s the only thing that there’s just too little of.” Yes, I’ve always agreed. I’ve often thought to myself that I could do without any additional Kardashians,…

In January, I spent a few days exploring Manhattan — that sparkling section of New York, New York — with my brother and his wife. Over the course of a few days, we ventured as far as our feet (or the occasional cab) would take us. Up, down, and around Midtown to Rockefeller Center, Radio Cit…

You might have deduced by now that I am firmly in favor of a place many of you also hold dear: Greenwood. Just this paste Thursday, I spent some time re-walking “the beat” in this favorite town of mine. After a long day of meetings out of town, I had the pleasure of coming back home and spen…

A couple of weeks ago, on a nothing-out-of-the-ordinary Saturday night, a less than ordinary, wonderful thing occurred: my older brother, little sister and I got together for supper at La Hacienda, or “La Ha” as we call it. We’re a strongly opinionated group, but La Ha serves as a longstandi…

A few years ago, I met a gentleman by the name of Brandon Smith when his band, Jackson Station, was playing live in Uptown Greenwood. Brandon, or “Bee” as he’s often known, proudly jammed the banjo in the band along with Clay Sprouse and Kevin Brock. Bee and I formed a friendship over music,…

What am I always telling you? A great drink is best paired with great music. A reader asked me recently how to know which music belongs with which drink. Friends, there’s a lot I don’t know about life, but this I know.

When I was a little girl, I spent a lot of time following my mom around as she went about the errands and tasks of daily life. I remember in particular when I was about 5 years old, we settled in to a little routine: she’d pick me up from morning kindergarten at Merrywood, we’d eat together …

For as long as I can remember, finding new, enjoyable music has made me feel like a brand new person. And when I say “new” music, I really mean “new to me.” I’ll never forget discovering Patsy Cline, or falling in love with the B side of an Otis Redding album. One of my best friends in colle…

Around the time my brother became a teenager and started leaving the house more often, my parents got in the habit of saying “be careful!” to him every time he’d go. When he started driving, their goodbye routine became almost scripted: they’d confirm what time he’d be coming back home, tell…

Just about every morning on my way to work, a brilliant, amber sun follows me in the sky to the east — on my left as I drive in to work in Uptown Greenwood. Don’t ask me why, but lately I’ve come to regard the sunrise as time I spend with my granddaddy.

Last weekend, my good friend Anna and I hit the town, visiting Montague’s in Greenwood to blow off some steam and enjoy cold drinks poured by two of the greatest servers I know: Kevin Miller and Jay Simpson. These guys are legends in the local service industry and they are pillars of our com…

Way, way back in time, back when Bill Clinton was president and new episodes of “Seinfeld” were still airing, I was just a little girl. It’s hard to believe that was three presidents and so many sitcoms ago — doesn’t time fly? I’m beginning to understand why my grandparents revered some of t…

When I was a child and was old enough to save a few dollars of my allowance to buy gifts for others, I found a special delight in wrapping up something I’d selected for a loved one and then repeatedly asking them what they thought I’d purchased for them.

This time last year I lost a giant of a man, my sweet, brown-eyed granddaddy whom I called “DaDa.” We lost him right in the middle of December, and I seem to have only patches of memories surrounding that time. I remember how cold it was on the day of his funeral; I remember feeling like I’d…

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