What I heard in your comments, and what I want to say back I did not expect what happened in the comments on Tuesday. I wrote about words. About the boy who called me Waddles the Duck when I was thirteen, and about the nail and the fence, and about how the holes stay even…
I am not a summer person. But I have learned not to wish the days away. As you know, I am not a summer person. I love fall and winter. I love the cool crisp mornings and evenings of fall, the vibrant colors and everything that comes with it, pumpkin spice included. I love winter….
Updated May 2026 · Originally published 2024 There is a moment every spring in North Carolina when the light changes. Not dramatically, just a shift in the angle of it, the way it comes through the windows in the morning or falls across the yard in the late afternoon. Warmer, slower, more golden. The shadows…
March is complicated. I love winter and I’m not ready to let it go. But something about this month is impossible to ignore. March, it is not quite one season or the other — it is the in-between. Some days the sun is warm and the temperatures are unseasonably high, other days the morning air…
