From poet to potter, and that’s OK

The recent flap about Gov. McCrory’s probably well-meaning, but totally clueless appointment of a new North Carolina poet laureate (who later resigned) sent me for a look back at my own skimpy collection of published poems. It’s been years since I’ve written any poetry other than...

Son’s a sight in my spectacles

by Jean McCamy As hard as it is for any of us to comprehend, I have middle-aged children, and it has turned out to be quite handy. Ever since I had cataract surgery, I’ve been able to set aside the glasses I have worn since I was nine years old. I can navigate the highways and...

Fifth Fridays bring angst

Many, many years ago I learned the little mnemonic: “Thirty days hath September, April, June and November. All the rest have 31, save February alone. To which we 28 assign, ’til Leap Year gives it 29.” With that, I have been able to keep up with the passing of time, and it has...

Butterflies make late entrance this summer

Last week, I got very excited.  I saw a butterfly!  Normally, in July, it would be a ho-hum event, but things are different this year. When the blackberry lilies bloom, as they are now, I usually have to wend my way through a cloud of tiger swallowtails to get down the path to...

An ode to the tomato days of summer

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy 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,...

The sound of fireworks not music to my ears

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy 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...

My World Cup runneth over

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy 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...

Study justifies doodling habit

I wish Catherine Lee could have seen last week’s CBS-TV show, Sunday Morning. It may have helped my case way back in high school. Miss Lee taught science at Wake Forest High School in the 1940s and ’50s. She was what was then called “a spinster,” and she rented a room in a...

In search of the World Cup

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy 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....

Latest budget cuts hit a sour note

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy 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...

Not all ’possums sleep in the road, bless your heart

Views and Reviews by Jean McCamy 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...

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...