Editor’s Column

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Animal Rescue

The little black dog wore a yellow bandanna patterned with tiny monkeys — Curious George — around her neck. She sat on the curb in the parking lot of a shopping center, one of about a dozen animals in a
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Sea Change

At Ocean Isle Beach, there are things that you might not expect to encounter, like the 11 varieties of palm trees that rise up from The Winds resort, and the sticky ribs and Jamaican fried plantains at the little yellow
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What These Words Can Do

“Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high/ …” I’ll bet I can tell you what just happened. Whether you’re 25 or 45 or 75, you just finished the next line in
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The Magic of the Movies

When my dad went off to college at UNC in the 1950s, his friends made fun of him the first time he suggested they go to the “picture show.” That’s all he’d ever heard the movies called when he was
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And Dance by the Light of the Moon

The newspaper hits my driveway at 5 a.m. It’s still dark outside, but this is when my day begins, and although I’ve carried on with this morning routine for nearly 20 years now, it’s odd to think of a new
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How Lovely It Was

Before I was old enough for midnight movies or grown-up parties or Champagne dinners, I spent every New Year’s Eve at my grandmother’s house. After supper — sweet tea, no Champagne — the two of us pushed our chairs back
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What You Can’t See

Our State‘s Editor in Chief Elizabeth Hudson reflects on the real gifts at Christmas in her December 2013 column.
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A Silent Salute

We carry things inside us that others can’t see. When I was in the fourth grade, I got hit by a car as I was going back to my grandmother’s after playing in a park two blocks away from her
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No Ocean in the Mountains

In 1988, I slapped an Appalachian State University sticker on the rear window of my car and headed west to the mountains. I drove away from my home in Randolph County, down U.S. Highway 64, and past the Uwharries, which,
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Hey, Good Lookin’

My grandmother kept her cosmetics in the top drawer of the dresser in her bedroom. Coty Airspun face powder in its gold hatbox container. The pink glass jar of Olay night cream. Gold torpedo tubes of lipstick: Revlon’s Fire and
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