This article was originally published in the Aiken Standard on May 1, 2011.
The Rev. Jeff Smoak was ordained on April 10. He is a 1991 graduate of Aiken High School and has an undergraduate degree from The Citadel. He attended seminary at Erskine College and is working toward a PhD.
Originally published in the Aiken Standard, Feb. 22, 2011.
Let me give you the moral of the story first: You never know who’s looking. And you never know how much they look up to you.
This true-life fable started last Thursday, when my wife, daughter and father-in-law went out to a restaurant. (Parker and I went home to make sure the Wii still worked.) They had been there a few minutes when a bus pulled up. The bus was hauling the Chattahoochee Valley Community College softball team from Phenix City, Ala., in town for a weekend tournament.
Originally published in the Aiken Standard, April, 23, 2012.
The Beginning
The youngest was 83. The oldest was 98. The average age was 88.
One hundred of the Palmetto State’s members of the Greatest Generation began to fill the Columbia Metropolitan airport before daybreak on Wednesday. They wore matching red jackets, and many donned black ball caps emblazoned with “World War II Veteran” in gold lettering.
Originally published in Easy Street Magazine.
In her neatly decorated office, one wall is adorned with framed copies of letters, poems and scribbled drawings.
Some are from close friends, others from noted authors. They include messages from the likes of Ogden Nash, Archibald Rutledge and Pearl S. Buck. They are all personal communiqués to Idella Bodie, teacher and writer.
Originally published in Easy Street Magazine.
The Spanish moss draped among the trees creates a kaleidoscope of gray and yellow light as the sun slowly wanes at dusk. Streams of light shine onto the dulling, tin roof and sneak downwards across the weathered, wood finish of the once bright-red farmhouse.
Originally published in Easy Street Magazine.
Amelia Knoedler sat in the study of her boarding house, winding down from another evening as the sole employee of the weekly paper in tiny Unadilla, Ga.
Dear Quaker Oats,
It is with a heavy heart that I must tell you that I have decided to see other oatmeal.
No, no, don’t cry. Stop. Listen to me.
We have been together for a long time, some 30 years, by my count.