Somewhat paradoxically, social media keeps me from living in echo chambers in which the only people I engage with are people that think pretty much
Not surprisingly an immigrant family is calling us back to the truth of the American experiment, to E Pluribus Unum, from many, one. Perhaps immigrant
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