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With high hopes, talent, and just a handful of jewelry, Dawn’s father, Grady opened a jewelry shop in 1970. Along with the help of Dawn’s mother, Adelle, the family successfully created a thriving business in Downtown Conway. Just as Dawn…
I was surprised when I received a birthday card in the mail from my friend Jenny. This was her birthday month, not mine. Even though I moved out of state years ago, I still missed our friendship and especially our…
You may remember it as the “Hot and Hot Fish Club” or you may now know it as one of the best venues on the inlet to listen to some groovin’ tunes, but this gathering place is more dynamic than…
Dressed in their traditional attire, white dresses, nurse caps, and blue and red capes, these nurses stand with honor to represent the devoted lifelong work of all the nurses who have passed. The Nurses Honor Guard is a nonprofit organization…
“Owning a boutique was my childhood dream,” Natalie continued, “After I achieved my degree in Design & Merchandising, I landed a job as a buyer for an off-price retailer. I thought of this position as the adult version of my…
“The best advice I ever received from my mom wasn’t something she said but rather how she lives her life. She loves sipping coffee in the morning while she begins her day with daily devotionals. She demonstrates a commitment to…
My neighbor, lawyer, and friend, Sally, sat across the kitchen table from me. “Okay,” she said, “Let’s get going on the paperwork the agency sent me for Kelsey’s adoption.” She started reading the document to me, and hearing “Birth Mother,…
Frances Johnson, Writer:“In memory of my beloved sister, Anna Roddey, I dedicated Plantation Playground to her. Years after her passing and after all the tears and grief, I got to thinking about what I could do to make her proud.…
In the summer of my eighth grade, I moved with my adoptive mother and stepfather to a beautiful, quaint community that had been seriously marred by escalating drug abuse at that time. Only a few weeks into the school year,…
Without saying a word, my mother taught me a truth that has set me free. I was a teenager when my 39-year-old, stay-at-home mom decided to become a nurse. She did not drive, and we lived on a lake in…
My second son’s third kid, three-and-a-half months old, was soon to be christened. Although we couldn’t make it to the baptisms of the older two, we decided we’d trek up to New York for this one. Also, it was the…
My son, Evan, was born with a kind and generous spirit. It was recognizable from an early age when he demonstrated concern for his friends and family members. People complimented my husband and me and told us we were doing…
On Facebook, my friend Laura posted a score she’d obtained playing WORDLE. “What’s WORDLE?” I asked under the post. She replied by posting the UK link. The first time I played, I guessed the five-letter word in three attempts. A…
“No white until Easter” is a fashion rule Sasee women chose to stop following a long time ago. And not only do white jeans match everything, but they also add an elevated touch that blue denim often cannot. White jeans…
Robin and I were new acquaintances with a lot in common. We were both about the same 60 something age and had moved from the northeast to South Carolina with our husbands. I was excited to be invited to tour…
“I owe my passion for fashion all to her!” Monica stated when speaking of her mother. Monica grew up in a small town in Illinois, about 50 miles from Chicago. The youngest of four girls, her Mom loved to shop,…
The classic jean jacket is positioned squarely at the top of our list of outerwear essentials for 2022. The light denim layer has been around for decades and continues to go beyond seasons and trends, regardless of your personal taste.…
There are two types of people in this world: those who think cleaning out closets is a chore, and those who consider this project one of life’s most satisfying events. I’m in the latter camp. I live in an older…
Whenever I unpack something of my grandmother’s from storage, there wafts a soft, powdery fragrance that calls her to mind and I can see her as though she were standing next to me, black hair pulled back in a headband…
Pink. So, so much pink. When I was little, it was like I lived off the color. Drawing my energy and life force from the vibrantly colored dye. Oh, and dresses, and skirts. I fought with my mother anytime she…