It’s becoming so clear to me that real gifts aren’t the ones under the tree.
A Silent Salute
I thought about all the people who carry scars others can’t see. About how we go on anyway, with courage, with strength, with our heads held high.
No Ocean in the Mountains
In 1988, I slapped an Appalachian State University sticker on the rear window of my car and headed west to . . .
Hey, Good Lookin’
On the places where the colorless veil of memory lifts, and the past stares back at us, all dressed up and looking every bit as beautiful as we remember.
A place to walk
Where I grew up, there wasn’t anywhere to go for a walk. I didn’t live in a neighborhood; I lived . . .
North Carolina Rivers
Rivers tell our story, from the earth's early rotations when rains started wearing down our mountains and carving paths to the oceans, to contemporary North Carolina, where rivers nutured native settlements and sprouted towns. And they still beckon us, sending us downstream in a rush or ushering us along tranquil passages.
