This morning, I started writing sitting on a seawall where my young son was fishing. Computer out, glasses on, skin tan, and my hair a
As we collectively process the latest carnage, a comment from my husband sums up the situation: “Now, it’s time for 8 weeks of anguished conversation.
Monday was a normal February day here in Chapel Hill. That is to say my children were home because of ice on the ground and
Like most mornings, today I was out in the woods with our good dog, Bear. He is not yet two years old and lived “on
This past Tuesday was a typical, fall, morning. I was in class with my SOWO 845, final year, MSW students. During the second half we
After 24 plus hours of thinking about the Charleston shooting, after watching the news spin the story in totally different directions based on political ideology,