My 7-year-old son has moved up an age group in his summer basketball league. ... It’s a change from the pee-wee group. The shoes have changed, too. Sitting in the metal bleachers at a game, I looked at the other kids’ feet. Lots of Nikes out there. I looked up the price and chortled.
“We can see your glowing faces.” A Broadway actress tweeted that sentence a few years ago. It means that on stage, the cast can see you looking at your smartphone in the darkened theater. The rest of the audience can see you, too. I’ve seen this multiple times at the Durham Performing Arts Center. It’s rude! Stop it.
Thousands of people walk by the bricks of the American Tobacco Campus, the old factory complex turned symbol of downtown Durham’s revitalization. People work there, play dodgeball there, eat dinner there, are entertained there and sometimes just walk through it from the ballpark parking garage over to the Durham Performing Arts Center.
I lived in Northern Virginia in high school, and the Metro subway system provided a freedom to explore our nation’s capital with friends.
I stood on the beach next to my cousin, looking out over the ocean off Nags Head. I wondered if the next shark attack would be out there in the waves. My cousin looked out to the sandbar, saying that he’d like to swim to it. He grew up in Florida, so he has a different view of the ocean.
Happy Father’s Day to all the dads, especially the dads who let their love of fatherhood show. Let’s start with the NBA finals, when Golden State Warriors player Stephen Curry’s basketball skills got slightly less attention than his cute little daughter Riley. Riley Curry is cute and livened up the usual post-game presser, but what I took from all the clips and photos was a young dad who put his kid first.
It rained at my high school graduation, so we had it in the gym. It rained at my college graduation, so we just got rained on and let our mortarboards wilt before the sun came out again. There’s a message in there somewhere.
Just because women give birth every day doesn’t mean it’s not risky. When Kat Benson went into labor four years ago, she didn’t expect that after giving birth she’d end up losing a third of the blood in her body. Her baby was fine but in the hours after childbirth, she wasn’t.
I’m almost as old as the quintessential shark movie. “Jaws,” as I’ve been seeing in entertainment news all week, is being re-released to celebrate its 40th birthday and 40th summer of scaring ocean swimmers. Not that sharks are necessary for swimming to be a danger anywhere. But they certainly add another element of fear.
At 3 p.m. on Memorial Day, according to the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs, if we are so inclined, we should pause for a minute of silence to remember our war dead. Not to remember why we fought, or who won or lost, or what it means today. But just to remember our war dead.
Reenactor Philip Brown is on the road now for “A Soldier’s Walk Home,” following the walk that Washington Duke took at the end of the Civil War, headed home to then-Orange County. Duke walked from New Bern to Durham, and Brown, dressed like Duke would have been, has taken to the road for a 160-mile trek on foot.
One of the things I like most about my mom is that she’s funny. We laugh together. The ability to be silly is a key part of parenthood, I think, because it makes life better. We sing in the car. We dance in the living room. I do these things with her, I do these things alone, and I do these things with my own child.
I think a friend summed it up best, describing the experience our kids had at the Durham Bulls game about a week ago: “The kids got game baseballs and bubblegum from the players, they ate a ton of food, the Bulls won, and there were fireworks. What else could you want in a game?”
The confirmation of Loretta Lynch as attorney general of the United States is a historic one for the fact of her being the first African-American woman AG, but it’s also historic because she grew up here in Durham. Born in Greensboro, she moved here as a kid.
The confirmation of Loretta Lynch as attorney general of the United States is a historic one for the fact of her being the first African-American woman AG, but it’s also historic because she grew up here in Durham.