Something to ponder as the tide rolls in: Nothing on the North Carolina coast stays the same for long. Yet that inconstancy is, in its own way, a source of comfort.
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From Elizabeth Hudson: You Make My Heart Sing
For our editor in chief, the familiar songs of trilling birds sound like home.
The Perfect Pitch
In the right tent, you can camp just about anywhere. For the Ramblin’ Family, a nylon palace was a home away from home and a shelter through gusty nights in the High Country.
Accidental Homeschool
When schools across North Carolina closed last year, one family turned their home in Greensboro into a different kind of classroom.
Safe Passage for Dreams
Hopes were high in the 18th and 19th centuries that Harlowe Creek would connect Carteret County with the world. That didn’t pan out. Now, the narrow waterway is shrouded in mystery. And for a few brave souls, it’s an adventure through wild country.
From Elizabeth Hudson: Art Springs Eternal
For our editor in chief, spring sunshine means marveling at a masterpiece.
Season of Hope
Pastel dyed eggs dotting the landscape are a sure sign that winter is winding down, but as every gardener knows, patience is key: Spring doesn’t necessarily begin when the Easter sermon ends.
From Elizabeth Hudson: Fine Days of Fine Dining
Our editor in chief reminisces on her first special-occasion restaurant experience in North Carolina.
The Dreams That Linger
A century has passed since Latta University closed its doors, and generations have come and gone from the Raleigh neighborhood where it once stood. In North Carolina, history is all around us — even when evidence of the past has all but vanished.
