Q. I have bowel movements that are so large, they clog the toilet. I am not constipated and eat my share of fruits and vegetables. This is not a big deal at home, since I have a plunger in the bathroom to deal with the plumbing problem.
We hope that by now you’ve heard that there is increasing concern about income disparities and poverty in Orange County, and particularly about its impact on children. We all want to live in a community where every child has the opportunity to thrive in school and beyond because successful, supported children grow up to be successful and give back to their family, workplace, and community. As a physician and a lawyer, we have witnessed firsthand the challenges children and families face in Orange County as they struggle with living paycheck to paycheck.
For some people in Hillsborough, the bell in the historic St. Matthew’s Episcopal Church rings a little more poignantly these days thanks to a chance meeting between a prominent retired businessman who lives at Governors Club, and an Orange County poet.
I love being a teacher. Well, not every second of every day, but still, I mostly love being a teacher. One of the biggest reasons is the week before Christmas break. This week, in any school, is just such a trip. All of a sudden, there is spasmodic giggling and unrest in the classroom, whining in the office, and a general who-gives-a-partridge-in-a-pear-tree attitude towards work of any kind. And, the students are almost as bad.
Inside the middle bay of the once-upon-a-time service station at 212 North Churton Street, between Tryon and Queen streets, Tricia Arriagada, is training a client to be more physically fit.
When I wake in the morning I lift my head to peer out the bedroom window across the room. What I look for is Peter’s red truck. Most mornings he is up before me, has started the coffee, and made the short trip up our long driveway to get his beloved newspaper. Some mornings he leaves early to eat breakfast out. Though I am a person who loves solitude, I am always disappointed when the truck isn’t there.
Well, it’s just a couple more weeks until Christmas in Ohio with my family, which numbers around a thousand. I’ll get to see all of my sisters, brothers, in-laws, children, grandchildren, nieces, nephews, and about twenty-three assorted dogs. And, as I drive away into the Blue Ridge of Virginia and West Virginia, I can imagine you smiling, gently waving good-bye and calling warmly, “Be of good cheer -- you could still drive off a mountain!”
What is it about the Mediterranean diet that makes it such an icon for healthy living?
Anthony Elonis, from Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, posted several messages on Facebook that were graphically violent rap lyrics. The messages were about killing and mutilating his estranged wife, firing a weapon in kindergarten class and assaulting an FBI agent.
Occasionally so many things coalesce that we finally have to pay attention. As for me, I have ignored some great teachers along the way -- people like Pema Chodron, Henri Nouwen and, closer to home, Marilyn Wolff of the Servant Leadership School of Greensboro. That is a lot of wisdom to shun. I’d rather think that, all this time, their teachings were slowly seeping into me such that, one day last week, they reached a saturation point at which my whole chemistry was transformed
I’ve always said it’s important to have friends. Good friends are there when you need them, and are willing to share your grief, listen to your gripes, and be happy for your triumphs. Sometimes friends become family in almost every sense of the word, including the times when they tell you not to wear a certain outfit or that you need to take off a couple of pounds. The good thing is that it’s OK to tell them to shut up, whereas with your mother...well, anyway....
The Thanksgiving Holiday Schedule for the Orange County Solid Waste Department is as follows:
Q. I am a healthy, 53-year-old man with high cholesterol. I take atorvastatin to keep it under control.
I had planned a quiet Thanksgiving. Just me, all alone, with a Stouffer’s turkey dinner. Sure, it’s pathetic, but I’m not the daughter who married a guy from Charlotte whose family might want to see them at Thanksgiving. And, I’m not the son who decided to go visit his cousins in New York ... cousins who, I might add, never went through 12 hours of labor to bring him into this world. So, I guess we all know whose fault it was that I’d be eating Stouffer’s turkey all alone on Thanksgiving ... but, you know me, I don’t complain.
That’s the answer to this question: How many North Carolina related books are published each year.