The house is empty and cold and dead. Next week it will be full again with other lives. But we can never go black inside again to wander in the bookshelves, closets, and attic.
Where does our garbage go? After you take it out of your house into your bin and roll it to the curb, the garbage truck comes to get it and rolls on out of your neighborhood. But then where does it go?
Here’s a trivia question: Name a novel by a North Carolina writer about a fictional author who traveled abroad and struggled with returning to the complexities of American culture?
Nobody’s going to argue when I say that our country is in a complicated place these days. You can feel it in the news, around the dinner table, even in the grocery store line.
Mildred Council was tall as a child and she had the job of using her long arms to dip into the rain barrel for water, earning her nickname, “Dip.” She started cooking when she was ten, “cooking the corn when the corn came in” and frying chicken “as a form of love.”
What would be on your to-do list on a trip to Great Smoky Mountains National Park? During the summer in and around the park, you might take in a dramatic sunset, hike to a waterfall, cool off in a river in a kayak, or catch a trout in a pristine stream.
In 1700, English-born John Lawson was a newcomer to North America. Almost immediately upon arriving, he set out on foot from Charleston to explore the endless forests of backcountry Carolinas.