Last week I drove over the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, again. This bridge, just east of Annapolis, is nearly 380 feet high—enough to clear the mast of a tall ship with 200 feet to spare—and more than four miles long. I’m not alone with my gephyrophobia (fear of bridges).This bridge is so scary that drivers actually hire a service to drive …
s Having been a Girl Scout as a child, and later, an assistant troop leader and employee of the local Girl Scout Council, the “green” month of March always reminds me of my scouting days. Girl Scout Week honors founder Juliette Low’s birthday, and as any good Girl Scout has learned—occurred on March 12, 1912, at the family home on …
It comes in droves six days a week. A flurry of flyers, a few bills and invariably, three or four sealed envelopes soliciting donations for everything from political causes to charities, religious groups and public television. Stuff we call junk mail. Some appeals brazenly enclose bait, trapped in glassine windows: a nickel, a dime… anything to get you to open …
Recently my pastor posted a photo of his overflowing office bookshelves on Facebook. “Marie Kondo has no clue.” The person he was referring to is the queen of neat. Kondo’s best-selling book is subtitled, “The life-changing magic of tidying-up,” and it has been a worldwide best-selling guide for those who want to be better organized. Kondo’s de-junking test sounds simple. …
Being born on Aug. 14 meant Valentine’s Day was my half-way mark, and suffering through the winter doldrums, the bright spark of candy and cupcakes were a welcome relief. The year I was 4 ½ Mom threw a cupcake party for me and the neighbor girl to celebrate my half birthday— any excuse to brighten a snowy February day. I …
Recently Tym and I attended Our State Weekend in Pinehurst. It was our first time to the weekend event, so maybe that’s what made me especially observant. Our State magazine hosts this event every year at a major hotel and draws a crowd from around North Carolina—subscribers and others who want to see noted Tar Heels talk history, culture, cooking, …
We fly more miles than the average couple, so our luck was bound to run out. It did, recently, on an American Airlines flight from Los Angeles to Charlotte. I know that manners are rapidly disappearing. I follow Passenger Shaming on Instagram, a site created by a former flight attendant. I’ve seen how gross and rude travelers can be these …
It’s 2019. Our vehicles are another model year older. We’ve inched another digit toward the ‘20s. I’m trying to absorb the fact that today’s 18-year-olds were born in 2001, the year of 9-11. They have little if any memory of events before 2006–no memory of what life was like before the iPhone or Facebook. They’ve always written current dates with …
I still remember the toy telephone that Santa Claus brought the neighbor kids. I know. Christmas isn’t supposed to be about envy. I should be grateful for the gifts I did receive, but longing is a powerfully fickle thing. You think you want a certain gift until you realize what you really want is what some other kid got. So …
Last week we bid farewell to President George H. W. Bush–“41” as he’s fondly called. History may regard him as the best one-term president to ever to serve in the White House. He was certainly one of the best prepared. Bush was a successful businessman, a Congressman, UN ambassador, envoy to China, director of the CIA, chairman of the Republican …