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.
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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.
From Elizabeth Hudson: A State of Light
Our editor in chief gives North Carolina the unofficial name, “State of Light,” reflecting on the beauty that shines all around us — from the sun that rises above the crashing waves of our coast to the glinting rays that shimmer through our mountain waterfalls.
From Elizabeth Hudson: May Is for Mothers
Our editor in chief remembers how the month of May was especially poignant for her parents who shared birthdays just a few days apart — and how she carries on her father’s tradition of making her mother’s birthday special, year after year.
From Elizabeth Hudson: Enchanted April
Spaceships and race cars, pirates and gnomes — our editor in chief reflects on how her grandmother fostered her childhood make-believe.
From Elizabeth Hudson: Dear March, Come In!
After quiet winter months, join Our State’s editor in chief in celebrating the first signs of spring in North Carolina.
From Elizabeth Hudson: A Lasting Imprint
Our State’s editor in chief muses on the simplest pleasures of childhood: a homemade chicken pie, a handwritten note, and freshly sharpened pencils.
