“I have never sold a single one of them.”
Chapel Hill businessman and real estate appraiser P.H. Craig was talking about his treasured collection of old cars.
It looks like one of our state legislature's new policies is going to lead to a significant increase in an important and creative industry.
No, not in North Carolina, but in Georgia and Louisiana.
Jason Hawkins' column in the Chapel Hill Herald Aug. 24 gave a short but meaningful look at the life and achievements of one of Orange County's most distinguished educators, Steve Halkiotis
In yoga class an instructor often invites students to set an intention for the hour ahead. The opportunity sometimes catches me off-guard, but after that initial, “Oh,” I quickly recognize what I need for the day ahead of me (calm, or forgiveness), and ask for it, or intend it. I bring that intention into the poses that comprise a yoga class, and always leave better than when I arrived.
Once upon a time, not too long ago and not far away, in the State of Confusion, I was living in my home, minding my own business.
As a matter of fact, I was sleeping. Suddenly, in the late darkness of night, there is a tap-tap-tapping at the front door.
Thursday was September 11 – my daughter's wedding anniversary. They were married 15 years ago, on a hot September day in Charlotte ... a really happy day. Thirteen years ago, on their second anniversary, my daughter and her husband had taken off work at Wachovia Bank, and planned to spend the whole day together, starting with a romantic breakfast for two. They were just sitting down, watching "Good Morning, America," when that first plane hit the first tower.
For years I’ve sought out Native American books, mostly because they are some of the least-published children’s books of diversity. I’ve seen these books develop, and recently listened to two incredible coming-of-age stories by people from within the culture.