Typically for this column, I write about my personal life stories, but today I pause to take a good hard look at our community and what I can be doing to make it a better place to live. Maybe it’s all the chatter in the world today that seems so polarizing, but I feel
In “The Big Sky,” A.B. Guthrie’s beautifully written novel of the American West in the 1830s, Dick Summer, a wily, seasoned and sometimes savage frontiersman, laments his aging self. Guthrie writes as Summers, “It was a strange thing about time; it slipped under you like quiet water, soft and unheeded but taking a part
As readers of this column are aware, I have the privilege of serving as the executive director of the Women’s Resource Center. Those of you who know me or work with me know that I am very passionate about the center’s mission. The nature of our work involves identifying problems and creating plans and
My husband John and I are lucky enough to be able to head up to the cooler North Carolina mountains a couple times a year — it’s quiet, cool and we go to visit John’s parents (my Papa Lynn and Momma Ann). Ann and Lynn have been going up to Woodfin Creek, N.C., between
We used to giggle at their behavior and roll our eyes when they would turn on the photo app on their phones to proudly scroll over literally hundreds of images, or for the less techno-savvy, when they would pull out their wallets to eagerly show us the array of age-arranged pictures of their grandkids.
