Guest column

    Somehow, I managed to convince my husband that we needed a family photo. So, there we are, standing in front of a pair of cedars out in the field.

    My husband and our daughter are to my right, and we’re all smiling for the camera. To my left is my son, Chad, and he’s staring off to the left at something only he can see, doing that thing he does with his hands.

    It’s a good shot, and it captures our family perfectly.


    Guest column

    Many women are diligent about eating right, exercising regularly and getting their annual check-ups, which includes screenings for cervical cancer (Pap test) and breast cancer (mammograms).

    But there is one cancer that is silently killing women for which there is no screening, and many women are unaware of the symptoms: ovarian cancer.

    In fact, of the five main types of gynecologic cancers – cervical, ovarian, uterine, vaginal and vulvar – only cervical cancer has a screening test.


    Guest column

    Last week, I was sitting in my office on a dreary afternoon, tapping on the keyboard and listening to the rain blowing against the window.

    The house is quiet during the day as my writing routine commonly includes both dogs sprawled out on the hardwood floor snoring contently around my desk.

  • February is the month of love, black history and the amethyst birthstone – my favorite color.

    When we celebrate Valentine’s Day, it is the love and affection toward our significant others that we tend to express.

    But this year, I have another object of love that I want to talk about.

    Last year in early spring, a lady walked into the office of the Pageland Progressive Journal and asked if anyone wanted a cat.

  • Many people across the nation are still shocked by Donald Trump’s victory over Hillary Clinton in the 2016 presidential election.

    Needless to say, a lot of people are also disappointed and hurt, while others are angry and taking to the streets across the country in mostly peaceful protests of Trump’s victory.

    Guest column

    Deciding to make a charitable contribution can arise from a desire to help others, a passionate commitment to a cause or the aim to give back to a group that once helped you or a loved one.
    Choosing which organizations you want to support can be difficult. There are more than a million public charities in the United States, according to the National Center for Charitable Statistics, and every dollar you give to Charity A is a dollar you might not be able to match for Charity B.

  • Many people are confused about what the “Black Lives Matter” movement involves.

    This movement originated in the African-American community in response to the deaths of black people, especially males, in killings by law enforcement officers, which appear to be unnecessary.

  • Progressive Journal editor

    Two years ago, I became a half sandwich. (Keep reading.)

    No only did I return to journalism after a six-year hiatus by serving as editor of your hometown newspaper, but I also moved back home – with mom.

    While both have presented their own challenges, a free-spirited, adventurous single woman in her prime having to tone it way down to accommodate an elderly parent wins the gold.


    Guest column

    On July 8, 2016, five policemen were shot and killed by a lone attacker, a young African-American by the name of Micah Johnson.

    The attack by Johnson stemmed from two shootings by police that killed two African-American men: Alton Sterling in Baton Rouge, La., in front of a convenience store while he was already down; and Philando Castile in Falcon Heights, Minn., who was shot and killed in front of his girlfriend and child.


    Guest column

    Last week, I did an article on the Watermelon Festival, where I took comments from visiting guests and a few of our locals.

    Just in case you did not read last week’s paper, I didn’t get a lot of good comments. That hurt my feelings because I am a part of the Chamber of Commerce and I know so many people who worked hard to make it a great festival.

  • This year makes 65 years that Pageland has been hosting the Watermelon Festival.

    I work at a store in downtown Pageland. Being on the main street, I get to interact with a lot of foot traffic during the festival. I also serve on the Chamber of Commerce board, which sponsors the festival.

    As always, new faces come into the store. This year, I asked a few of the new faces on Saturday, the last day of the festival, how they enjoyed everything?


    Guest column

    Editor’s note: Occasionally we have guest writers for this space and this week’s column is by Corey Hutchins, who was S.C. Press Association Journalist of the Year in 2011 and 2012. He now lives in Colorado and writes for the Colorado Independent. – Phil Noble

    Philando Castile, a black man in Minnesota who was shot and killed by a 28-year-old police officer named Jeronimo Yanez during a traffic stop, was about my age.

    We might have had plenty in common, or not much at all.


    For the Progressive Journal

    I round the corner at Video Bizzare and speed toward the American Legion building. I catch a glimpse of the white van full of people and realize I’m later than I should be. My Aunt Ginny was driving the first round of my dad’s brainchild: The Pageland Watermelon Festival Historic Tour.

    “Historic tour?” someone says as they sip coffee with my dad a few months earlier at the Red and White.

  • For the past few weeks, the Pageland Progressive Journal has been highlighting local gardeners in our Faith, Family, Farming feature.

    It’s been fun, educational and tantalizing to our palates.

    One of the most interesting gardeners we’ve featured is Roger Plyer, who uses old refrigerators as bedding for his plants. I often wonder who looked at a refrigerator and saw a gardening bed instead? Go figure. But it’s innovative.


    Guest column

    For months now, writing this column has played on my heart.

    It went away for a while during the situation with former police chief Larry Brown, but soon afterward, it came right back and continued to bother me.

    When something won’t leave me alone, that’s my way of knowing that the good Lord is telling me to go forward.


    Guest column

    Years ago I was invited to church with someone.  It was the first Sunday, which meant Communion would be served.

    During this ceremony, there is sharing or exchanging of intimate thoughts and feelings, especially when the exchange is on a mental or spiritual level.

     I remember the person I was with telling me not to partake of Communion unless I was sure I was living right and knew I was going to heaven.


    Guest column

    Every now and again people come by to talk with me about situations that may have occurred in their life or maybe in the life of someone they know.

    Sometimes they may ask me to do a column about the situation and get the opinion of others, which I love to do. I want to know how and what you folks think about things.

    This is one of those columns where I got the thoughts and opinions of others. I must say, folks, this turned out to be a doozy. This is for the Christian folks only. So here it goes.


    Guest column

    It has been brought to my attention from so many other people about two young ladies are arguing back and forth on Facebook.

    To tell the truth, I’m always hearing something about people arguing on Facebook or putting their business on there for everyone to see.

    I wish they would ban some of these young people off Facebook for life.


    Guest column

    A few weeks ago, a friend of mine came by the place I work and wanted to know if I had a minute to talk.

    I could tell by the look on her face something was wrong. I told her, “Of course, just have a seat and I will be right with you.”

    As I finished what I was doing, I happened to look at my friend and noticed she was not her smiling-go-lucky self. I went over to have a seat with her and asked what was wrong?


    Guest column

    I have mentioned before that I have grandkids. Just a few weeks ago, someone said to me, “Pam, every time I see you, you’re either coming or going to work or got kids with you.”