Whether it’s from a brown paper bag, inside a church fellowship hall, or on a restaurant patio, lunchtime across North Carolina marks the daily opportunity to break, gather, and savor the moment.
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From Elizabeth Hudson: By Bread Alone
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.
From Elizabeth Hudson: Going Up
Our editor in chief reflects on how views from above — whether from the heights of a college football stadium or 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.
