An ode to the tomato days of summer

They’re back — those  gorgeous red and coral and yellow orbs of summer with the exotic names! Because my husband has never met a tomato seed or tomato plant he didn’t like, our garden is aglow with the likes of Mortgage Lifters, Cherokee Purples, Roman Candles, Tommy Toes, Green...

The sound of fireworks not music to my ears

I realized long ago that I am missing a few of the usual girl genes. I really don’t miss the shopping gene or the pedicure gene or the spa gene or the gym gene. I hate shopping and only do it when absolutely necessary, and usually in stores small enough for me to see the front...

My World Cup runneth over

Have you ever gone on a long trip and when you finally lie down and close your eyes, you see little white highway lines on the inside of your eyelids? Soccer balls work the same way. I have blissfully watched so many soccer games lately that I see white swirly balls whenever I...
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In search of the World Cup

Most of the time, I’m perfectly happy being without cable TV. I can catch the news and weather just about any time I want it (and there’s always the computer), and we can stream all the movies and commercial-free programs we have time to watch. About the only time I get upset...
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Latest budget cuts hit a sour note

I have a long history with the North Carolina education system. I went through public school in Wake Forest. My children went to school here, and I have grandchildren currently enrolled. My parents were both teachers, and while I didn’t follow them into the teaching profession, I...
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Not all ’possums sleep in the road, bless your heart

If you see a female person wearing a T-shirt, probably pink, with G.R.I.T.S. on the front, it has nothing to do with food. It stands for Girl Raised in the South, of which I am one. I don’t have the proper T-shirt, because I’m not big on shirts with writing on them, but I do know...

Saving his corner of the world

I blame it on my years working for this newspaper, when it was my job to talk to strangers and ask questions, but I can’t seem to help speaking to people while standing in line, sitting in a waiting room, wandering through a museum or wherever. That’s how I met the man who is...

Jane a brilliant navigator

We made a new best friend while we were in England. Her name was Jane, and she was the navigation system that lived in the rental car. She led us on motorways, across roundabouts, down country lanes and narrow byways, into parking lots, to restaurants and gardens, through...

Be kind to your eonians

There are some beautiful words in the English language — like serendipity, lullaby, silver, butterfly, liltingly. There are also some really ugly words — like concrete, fracking, fungus, crankshaft and cod. Most words are neither beautiful nor ugly, but every now and then there...

Dead iron becomes a pressing issue

by Jean McCamy I have never been fond of irons. I think this may be hereditary because I always understood that my maternal grandmother warned my father, before marriage, that while my mother was a very bright and talented woman, she would be a total disaster where ironing his...

Dancing the night away

Ever since I stood on my daddy’s toes at age four while he swept us around the room in time to music, I have loved dancing. I thoroughly enjoyed my years of ballet and tap lessons from Wake Forest’s own Rockette and multi-generational dance teacher Betty Holding, but it was...

ACC moves inland, and north

by Jean McCamy Before there was an Atlantic Coast Conference (ACC) basketball tournament and the ensuing March Madness, there was the Dixie Classic tournament that, for area sports fans, made Christmas almost anti-climactic. From 1949 to 1960, the annual Dixie Classic was played...