An old story is told of a monk named Birdsnest who sits high atop a tree and dispenses wisdom to the curious below.
Imagine talking with a friend who tells you that he’s been forced to support the Duke basketball team for the past five years, even though he doesn’t like the Blue Devils. He’d much rather be a fan of the University of North Carolina, but he doesn’t think he has a choice in who he cheers for.
The dust is still settling on the $21.1 billion budget signed into law earlier this month, with details still emerging about the lesser-known policy and funding changes buried deep in the 260-page document.
Not long ago, you never would have heard the words University of Texas athletic director Steve Patterson blurted out Wednesday.
We came to Orange County in the autumn of 1978. Though we lived in Durham for a few years, we moved back to Chapel Hill in the mid-’80s and have called it home ever since. We made a choice to live in this community.
Last week I had the rare opportunity to testify as a witness in a U.S. Senate subcommittee on the subject of paid family leave. N.C. Senator Kay Hagan, chair of the Senate Health, Labor, Education and Pensions (HELP) committee, initiated the hearing in the Subcommittee for Children and Families.
85.60 × 53.98 mm of plastic: these are the dimensions of a "green card." How disturbing it is that this piece of plastic is what separates treating someone with dignity from treating someone with reproach and without empathy.
I am writing today in support of the new rules proposed to strengthen the Clean Water Act (CWA). This is not the first time I have voiced my support for the CWA. The first time I did, I got a number of responses that can be summarized simply as: "The CWA is nothing but a government power grab." I must add that my summary , while accurate, lacks the colorful and hateful rhetoric that made the responses so surprising to me.
In his letter to the editor regarding the March 7th ice storm, R.J. “Barny” Bernard of Durham County expressed his disappointment with the county not picking up debris on his property from the storm.
Some of my favorite childhood memories are of wandering in my father’s garden: beds of vegetables and strawberries dug into our suburban lot, next to my swing set. I was such a glutton for peas in the pod and berries that my father planted an extra row of each for me to consume raw. The rest were off limits until my mother sent me to pick whatever was ripe for supper. After we had washed the carrots, lettuce, or beans, I received samples. If I hadn’t been an only child, the rules might have been stricter. Or the garden might have been larger.
We are both pastors and active in community service, and the Moral Monday gatherings have become an integral part of our ministries. We have participated in almost every one and traveling to Raleigh each Monday has been an opportunity to make a statement for social justice.
Lincoln Community Health Center (“Lincoln”) sits a ways back from a busy section of Fayetteville Street, just up the road from North Carolina Central University, heading toward downtown Durham.
They call this time of year the “dog days” of summer, long days filled with heat and humidity. When our legislature is still in session lawmakers get dog-tired, resulting in a lot of barking due to short tempers.
If they could pull the wool over the eyes of the local chamber of commerce, I suspect it wasn’t too difficult to trick the police department where I live.
With the firing of one surface-to-air missile Thursday, nearly 300 people -- all innocents -- died in the skies over Ukraine's eastern steppes. The world's collective shrug is now exposed. It's no longer acceptable.