Taking a look back

In the summer of l966, I attended a writers’ workshop in Raleigh and heard a columnist for the Smithfield newspaper talk about her writing adventures. It sounded like so much fun, I came home and asked Bob and Peggy Allen at The Wake Weekly if I could write a column for them....

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...

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...
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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...
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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...
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