Our editor in chief reflects on her mother’s love and the way it shone in the most quiet, everyday moments — be it a freshly ironed shirt, a warm meal, or a perfectly tied shoe.
From Elizabeth Hudson: What’s Old Is New Again
At the John C. Campbell Folk School, hands still craft with purpose. Stitch by stitch, our editor in chief finds a rhythm reminiscent of her mother’s work and a timeless appreciation for goods made from the heart.
From Elizabeth Hudson: Lessons in Listening
Whether found in rural Randolph County’s pastures or during a mountain trail ride in Burnsville, our editor in chief cherishes the moments of silence that settle across North Carolina’s landscapes and the quiet wonders they reveal.
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 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.
