Our editor in chief reminisces on how buttery biscuits — whether scarfed down on an icy school morning or savored in counties across North Carolina — have fostered a sense of connection to place throughout her life.
From Elizabeth Hudson: By All Measures
Our editor in chief reflects on the ways people across North Carolina make measurements — of snowfall, rising and falling tides, and acts of kindness — that signify the passing years.
From Elizabeth Hudson: Christmas Presence
Our editor in chief remembers the handmade, heartfelt holiday decorations that her parents would lovingly put up each year — and how, over time, that same love has carried her mother through the Christmas season.
From Elizabeth Hudson: A Silent Salute
From triumphant proclamations of freedom to the quiet reverence at memorials, our editor in chief considers the military influence that can be found all across our state.
A Letter From Elizabeth Hudson: We’ll Pull Through
North Carolina is known for many things, but nothing more important this week than the qualities of endurance, resilience, and hope.
From Elizabeth Hudson: Going Up
Our editor in chief reflects on how views from above — whether from the heights of a college football stadium to a scenic mountain overlook — inspire a deep sense of wonder and connection to the landscape below.
From Elizabeth Hudson: (School) Spirit of ’76
Our editor in chief remembers the excitement of the first day of school and how the same sights and sounds of her childhood — trays clattering in the lunchroom, sneakers squeaking against the floor — remain in North Carolina schools.
From Elizabeth Hudson: All the World’s a Stage
Our editor in chief reminisces on a night she’ll never forget: her first time watching a performance at The Barn Dinner Theatre in Greensboro — and how her first show at the memorable venue made her fall in love with the performing arts.
From Elizabeth Hudson: Frozen in Time
For our editor in chief, summer nostalgia is found in memories of tomato sandwiches and running through the sprinkler — but nothing embodies the joy of a carefree July day better than an ice cream cone.
