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Apr. 11, 2015 @ 06:50 PM

April foolishness

We thought the state legislature convened in Raleigh.

Recently, it apparently met in Fantasy Land.



The Chapel Hill Herald: Letters View All »

Mar. 14, 2015 @ 03:49 PM

People's Pharmacy: Hole in wall traced to blood-pressure pills

Q. My husband has been taking lisinopril for years now to control hypertension. We never associated his persistent nonstop coughing with this drug until today.



Columnist: Susan Gladin View All »

Apr. 18, 2015 @ 08:45 AM

3 phrases that can steer us toward our better selves

In conversations I have with my friends, I’ve noticed some phrases we say fairly often - expressions that have moved into our language base in recent years and are repeated often.  We speak them to ourselves and to each other in difficult or stressful times and most of the time these words elicit a deep sigh, a shift in perspective (both vision and opinion), and a physical and emotional relaxation that brings peace.



Columnist: Stanley Peele View All »

Mar. 28, 2015 @ 05:00 PM

The man who would not hurt a fly

Back in 2010, when Blake Mitchell was 4 years old, he lived in a large home northeast of Hillsborough.  Living with him were his mom, Christine; his dad, Joseph Mitchell; his two older siblings, who were 10 and 13; and his granddad, Peter Perolini.



Columnist: Vicki Wentz View All »

Apr. 15, 2015 @ 08:31 PM

Vicki Wentz ... Dear TWNBOML: Spin this!!

I am frickin’ sick and tired of being “taken care of” by someone who “knows better” than I do how to run my life! I am sick of having things frustrate, delay and deny me because the big “THEY” (hereafter known as Those Who Need to Butt Out of My Life ... or TWNBOML, pronounced twin-bahm-el) decided on a better way “for my own safety”.



Columnist: Susie Wilde View All »

Apr. 11, 2015 @ 03:22 PM

Susie Wilde: Depth of grief revealed

Earlier this year I was startled to find myself grieving for my mother on her March birthday and I knew her death date was almost exactly a month away. “It’s been four years since she died, why am I still grieving?” I asked myself.