Every little bit helps and that includes pennies.
As the people of the Philippines work to rebuild and clean up following Typhoon Haiyan Barbara Brunson’s fifth-grade class at Seawell Elementary raised money to aid in the relief effort, one penny at a time.
Last month, families of third-graders received reports of how well their children are performing in reading and literacy. The reports are part of the state’s new Read to Achieve program, which I first wrote about in the September “Ask the Superintendent” column. Since the reports were released, we have received more questions about what Read to Achieve is and how it will affect our students.
Late last month, a headline in The New York Times announced “Louis D. Rubin Jr., Publisher, Scholar and Champion of Southern Writers, Dies at 89.” Similarly at the top of a story in The Washington Post, “Louis D. Rubin, fount of Southern writing, dies at 89.”
No. 2 Duke won all nine of its regular season games in 1941, beating Tennessee in front of 48,000 fans at what was then called Duke Stadium, now Wallace Wade Stadium. In those nine regular-season games, Duke outscored its opponents 311 to 41. As Ted Mann, Duke’s sports publicist at the time, said, “This team simply beat the hell out of everyone.”
Q. I almost blacked out some years ago while driving with my two young daughters. I had drunk a glass of orange juice with a vegetarian Thanksgiving meal. The only way I could find to stay conscious long enough to drive to my nearby baby-sitter was by asking my toddler to engage in a "yelling contest" with Mom. Imagine the looks we got from other drivers as Mom and daughter yelled at the top of our lungs, windows down, so I could stay awake!
Two painters and two traditional commercial galleries; it is the way art used to be all the time. Lynn Boggess creates landscapes; Beverly McIver, people. Both slather oil paint on their canvases; the signs of their hands are everywhere. Boggess’ marks become streams, trees, and land. McIver’s become pigments of skin where certain colors show worry and others sparkles of joy.
The day I brought Petey home from the hospital, we also brought home a bunch of stuff.
We had instructions and prescriptions. We had unguents, lotions and a couple of pairs of ugly, strangely-fitting yellow socks (Who was the foot model for those things anyway?). We also carried a big box full of gifts from his amazing, generous co-workers at Duke.
How times have changed.
In 1990, Thanksgiving made me uneasy.
Not about getting together with my family. No. That year I'd lost more than 100 pounds for the first time and in my family, Thanksgiving dinner triggered the start of a food-centric race running for the next six weeks. T-Day 1990 marked the single toughest meal I'd faced that year.