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Last weekend I traveled to the Lowcountry for a little rest and relaxation. I was glad for a short break from the Upstate and relished every moment of the weekend, taking in deep breaths of salt air, sitting beside the ocean and contemplating the stoic marshes enduring its changing tides.

As you undoubtedly already know, June has arrived and although the solar calendar tells us summer isn’t officially here until Sunday, June 20, in Greenwood I believe it always comes a little earlier — perhaps on that long weekend when we observe Memorial Day and so many of us find ourselves …

Have you ever been on a trip to the grocery store with your mother? I’ve recently developed a theory, and that theory is that everything I ever really needed to know about my mom, I learned at the grocery store.

When I was growing up, I noticed my grandparents doing many things that sometimes struck me as odd. My grandmother, who was not financially unstable, would carefully fold and save every single grocery bag that came into her house. She and my granddaddy would wash and store every emptied jar …

The late 1990s in the town of Greenwood, South Carolina, is an era I won’t soon forget. I didn’t really know the term “cellphone” back then, and I had no idea at the time just how glorious was the simplicity of those less distracted days I call my childhood.

The other night, I was looking through photographs from the past year when I came across a picture of something I’d completely forgotten, taken in March 2020. It was a snapshot I’d taken one Saturday morning at the Piggy Wiggly, of a package of country livermush — yes, you read that right — …

When I was 7 years old, my family headed to Charleston for a few days of vacation in the middle of summertime. We all packed our suitcases, piled into the family car and traveled east on I-26 for a few days of fun in the Holy City.

I awoke this morning to a curly, fluffy tuft of hair in my face. The tuft belonged to none other than my scrappy, happy, loving little dog named Atticus. Sometime during the night, he’d made his way onto my bed and found his place beside me, resting his small, fluffy head on the pillow that …

When I was in college, I brought a group of friends home to Greenwood to spend a night in the Emerald City over one of my Christmas breaks. My little sister, Catherine, was about 8 years old at the time, and she was thoroughly enamored with the concept of magic.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always loved lightning bugs. You might call them fireflies, but of course then I’d just have to break it to you that you’re “not from around here.”

My little sister, Catherine, was born just a few months before the “Y2K” scare. Remember Y2K? The world anticipated a disaster because of a computer programming shortcut, expected to wreak widespread havoc upon failing to roll over from 1999 to the year 2000. I still remember the tiny, spark…

What a strange time in which we find ourselves living. I hardly have to tell you about it, because you, too, know it well: a mysterious virus, social distancing, lost jobs, and more change each and every day. Wasn’t it just yesterday we were stringing up Christmas lights, meeting a friend fo…

February, to me, is Van Morrison season. February’s when I usually begin to daydream about summertime again. With spring nearly at our fingertips and a few shrubs and trees around town beginning to show their tiniest buds, I can just sense that sunnier, warmer, longer days are ahead. And war…

Feeling a little blue this December? Not sure how to get into the Christmas spirit? You need more music in your life, my friend. And so, I present to you the 20 songs you need to hear in the next 20 days before Christmas:

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 …