We (didn’t) miss the snow

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy We missed most of the ice, snow and bone-chilling weather last week. Instead, we were in Panama enjoying a feast for all our senses. It’s hard to decide what was the most enjoyable part of the trip — the people, the scenery, the flowers, the food...

Ode to four in the morning

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy I don’t like 4 a.m. Well, actually, I like it fine if I sleep through it. It’s when I am awake and wishing I wasn’t that it offends me. I used to be a world class sleeper, but now it is a rare night that I don’t see the clock at 4 a.m.  Sometimes...

Take time to howl at the moon

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy Who doesn’t love a beach party — a soft breeze, lapping waves, a little guitar music wafting through the air and warm sand between your toes! A February 2nd Howl at the Moon beach party on Bald Head Island was a little bit different. It was more...

The most wonderful time of the year

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy T.S. Eliot called April the cruelest month, but I’ve always thought it was February. It’s such a drab, dreary, cold time stuck in between Christmas and spring. Apparently, others have been less than thrilled with it, too, since it is the shortest...

One scar in place of many

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy Like just about everybody else my age, I have a round, pockmarked scar on my upper left arm. A smallpox vaccination was mandatory before a child started school. I hated the big, ugly brown scab that seemed to take forever to fall off, but I would...

Bemoaning bygone buzzards

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy The first few times I drove up to the Northern Wake Senior Center for late afternoon yoga and saw the local vultures landing on the nearby water tower, it was a little eerie. They nestled in, one by one, and stared down at the center with a lean...

You say ‘Hello,’ I say ‘Hola’

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy Every few years, I decide it’s time to learn Spanish. I’ve enrolled in classes twice, in addition to the ones I took way back in college. The only thing I remember from those is that the Spanish name for the cute boy in the back row was Tomás. I...

Getting perfumed mail stinks

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy When I open the mailbox, I can always tell when it contains a magazine with a perfume ad inside. I sort of hold it in two fingers at arm’s length until I can extract the pages (which are, fortunately, glued together with the scent almost locked...

What will brave new world of 2015 offer?

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy Twenty-fifteen, two thousand and fifteen, two zero one five, or 2015 — no matter how you think of it, it is amazing that we are already fifteen years into a new century, the mysterious future of my past. My goodness, I remember when Geor...

The perfect Christmas poem

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy I struggled this year to write the annual Christmas poem for my family, and the final result is really too awful to share in this space the way I usually do. When my brain got exhausted from all that struggling, I picked up a stack of old December...

There’s no match for the fragrance of a fresh fir

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy I grew up on cedar Christmas trees, personally cut on some generous friends’ farm. I remember how excited I always was when the tree was nailed onto its wooden stand and brought into the living room. It smelled wonderful. There was usually a lot...

The case of the incredible shrinking pants

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy We started the month with three dinners: The Wake Forest Community Dinner Monday, Dec. 1, a four-club Rotary gathering Tuesday, Dec. 2, and a Raleigh Friendship Force party Wednesday, Dec. 3. Lovely occasions, all, but hard on the pocketbook and...