Editor's Column

Animal Rescue

I hope that whatever you’re running toward, it’s a mighty good place.

Editor's Column

Sea Change

Don’t you think we come to the beach because we want to stop moving? The road ends, we can’t go any farther, we are forced to stop. To finally be still.

Editor's Column

What These Words Can Do

In eliminating poetry from our lives, we miss discovering a pursuit of pleasure that we didn’t even know we needed.

Editor's Column

The Magic of the Movies

The pictures may look the same on screen, but we can no longer legitimately call them “films.”

Editor's Column

And Dance by the Light of the Moon

From the living room, which faces east, they’ll see it rise. I’ll bet it’ll be bright. I’ll bet it’ll be beautiful.

Editor's Column

How Lovely It Was

Before I was old enough for midnight movies or grown-up parties or Champagne dinners, I spent every New Year’s Eve at my grandmother’s house.

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What You Can’t See

It’s becoming so clear to me that real gifts aren’t the ones under the tree.

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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.

Editor's Column

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 the mountains. I drove away from my home in Randolph County, down U.S. Highway 64, and past the Uwharries, which, until my college years, had been the highest peaks I’d ever seen. On move-in day, … Continued