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...

Not much of a pumpkin spice girl

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy I’m thankful for a lot of things this Thanksgiving, but near the top of the list is the end of pumpkin season. I don’t have any aversion to pumpkins with carved faces or piles of pumpkins decorating porches and doorways and accompanying scarecrows...

One last lament on political ads

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy Finally, the stench around the TV set is clearing up after the barrage of political ads we have been subjected to for what seems like a millennium. And here we are, back with our old friends — the lawyers, the automobile hucksters, the aluminum...