When WCHL was the social media of Chapel Hill
The tagline of our local AM radio station was The Sound of the Village. If you were curious about what was going on in town, WCHL was the up-to-the-minute source.
The tagline of our local AM radio station was The Sound of the Village. If you were curious about what was going on in town, WCHL was the up-to-the-minute source.
Although the house hosted its share of adult parties, we kids used it as a playground. The brick fireplace in the living room has a secret cavity beside the chimney that was a prime spot for hide and seek.
How much of our DNA do we share with those who lived generation upon generation ago? You could say Cindy and I have nothing in common, or that we share a great deal. At the very least, we can both tell the stories of the ones who came before.
We chose St. George Island as our annual beach destination twenty-something years ago, after I googled “beaches that allow dogs.”
My aunt gave me this photo of her, my mother and their parents at the Paradise Room in the Henry Grady Hotel.
You know it’s time to pack up and leave when the goats eat your student ID.
A brief update after my first four weeks reading and writing up here in The Domain.
I try to take Daisy on short hikes at least once or twice a week. Here’s what I keep in my car so it’s easier to head for the woods.
The Sewanee campus makes good walking, but occasionally I need to be in the woods, surrounded by tall trees with branches that meet overhead, enclosing me in green.
Life in a dorm turns out to be pretty comfortable. One of the best things about my room is the windows that crank wide open so I can feel the summer air and hear the tree frogs at night.
Find five willing families. Each one picks a day to host the kids at their house. You get a free week of childcare — and one day that will completely exhaust you.
In an inspirational career shift, Debra Mager transitioned from her marketing career to artist and instructor with Debra Mager Mosaics — and traded Atlanta traffic for the mountains ofAsheville.
In my imagination, this is what I’ll walk into on move-in day. Note the helpful bed rail for elderly students.
Appreciating all these little treats calls attention to the ways you’re treating yourself kindly.
For six weeks each summer for three years, I’ll be living on campus at Sewanee, immersed in writing novels — and learning to do it better.
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