Blue shoes, trim suits and a nod to old-fashioned fashion

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Part of the fun of traveling is seeing how other people live and if what we saw in the United Kingdom last month is any indication, the Brits have us beat when it comes to clothing. Like most world capitals, London should have its share of well-dressed businessmen, but the suit thing followed us to Wales, Dublin and Belfast and …

What I took away from Ireland

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Unless you are an American Indian, your people came from someplace else. For me, someplace else is the United Kingdom and Ireland, where I had the good fortune to visit last month. I know that people go there every day, but we hadn’t been in many years and neither me nor my husband had set foot in Northern Ireland. Our …

Jet setting is no glamour game

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Being part of the jet set is so glamorous. As Tammy Wynette and George Jones sang so famously, the lyrics no longer hold true. Traveling is no picnic, whether you’re part of the jet set or the “Chevro-LETT” set. People aren’t as pleasant as they used to be. If you’re planning to leave home these days, be sure to fill …

History’s mystery–the sweet tater snack

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I’ve lived in Catawba County, NC for 37 years, and I’m still learning things about local culture. Take sweet potatoes. Please. They are not my favorite food, a sure sign I’m not a Catawba County native. If I were, I would already know that sweet potatoes are a snack food. I learned this nugget of wisdom at the Catawban Book …

Me, after the fall

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Last Wednesday I took a tumble on an oak floor. Call it a freak accident. I had never fallen on my face before. What began as a goose egg over my left eye evolved into a swollen purple eyelid and splotch toward my nose and cheekbone. Stuff happens. Then vanity set in: How to conceal the growing bruise (difficult), how …

What went around, came around

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Sometimes online trails bring unexpected blessings. Consider the email I received earlier this month from a young woman in Virginia. Dear Ms. Wilson, I wanted to write and thank you for keeping the memory of my mother alive. Tomorrow will be the 19th anniversary of her death and in a nostalgic moment I decided to Google her name to see …

Stepping into the fray

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I’ve told myself I’d never write about politics in this column, but such unusual times beg me to break my own rule. By all appearances, it’ll be Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump facing off this November. Surprise, surprise! Six months ago, many said Trump was a flash in the pan and Hillary would be indicted. “If Trump wins, I’m moving …

Weymouth. It’s all good

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Pack light. Downsize. Less is more. I realized these mantras last week at a writing residency at Weymouth Center in Southern Pines. This writers’ haven occupies the grand home of novelist James Boyd and his wife Katherine who entertained such literary giants as F. Scott Fitzgerald, Sherwood Anderson and Thomas Wolfe back in the 1920s and 30s. These days the …