Author: Margaret Evans

An Actual Easter Column

This spring, I wanted to write a column about Easter. Not just my usual,  seasonal shtick about the chirping birds and the blooming blossoms, but a real, honest-to-goodness Easter column. I know it might be a bad idea, that some eyes will roll and my stock will plummet with the local intelligentsia, but I just can’t help myself. You see, after twenty years of wandering and wondering and fancying myself much smarter than my religious friends and neighbors, I’ve gone back to church. And though it’s not the church I grew up in, or even the same denomination, it’s been like coming home.

Read More

Dressing for Success

    I recently found a notice in my daughter’s backpack informing me that her elementary school is considering adopting uniforms. Though St. Patrick’s Day was still a few weeks off, I couldn’t help dancing a jig.

Read More

Time Is Of The Essence – Save Year-Round School!

        Well, I wasn’t going to get into this one. I prefer to stay above the fray on local issues, keeping my column national – even international – in scope. That’s just the worldly kind of gal I am. (Did I say “worldly”? I meant “cowardly”. Beaufort’s a small town and I have to live here!) But so many people have urged me to address this subject, I almost feel it’s my civic duty. Over the past few months, I’ve sparred with subversive cultural forces like poor grammar, celebrity rehab-abuse, and Britney Spears’ wardrobe. Today, ladies and gentlemen, we focus the microscope closer to home to examine the much-disputed Beaufort County School Calendar issue.

Read More

Looking For A Few Good Role Models

    Jeff and I were watching “Scarborough Country” on MSNBC last Friday, when who should appear on screen – again – but Britney Spears and Paris Hilton. Wearing identical platinum hair extensions, sky-high stilettos, and matching spandex wristbands (as skirts!), they slid into the back of a limo, where they proceeded to whisper and giggle for the camera. My five-year-old daughter,  on the floor with a jigsaw puzzle, was mesmerized.

Read More

Just Words?

    I was at Pigeon Point Park the other day, watching my five-year-old spinning away on the merry-go-round ad nauseam (my nauseam, not hers) and chatting with a woman I’d just met, another mom who happens to be a teacher at a local elementary school. We were discussing the recent reopening of Waterfront Park, specifically wondering when the playground might be ready for business. We both agreed that the new park was looking good; then my companion added, “I hope it don’t get tore up again, or nothin’.”

Read More

What’s Happening

october, 2021

DEBBI COVINGTON: My Fabulous Cooking Show

LC Weekly Sections

X