In the South, we say that if snow stays for five days, it’s waiting for more. The maxim proved true over the weekend. While my neighborhood received less snow than other parts of the Tar Heel State, my kids had enough to go sledding and make a snow fairy — a miniature snow woman with pine needles as a skirt and a crown of red berries.
For several mornings, I have slipped downstairs while the rest of my family was still asleep and fixed coffee to the sound of the dripping faucet. We left it running to prevent the pipes from freezing. Drip, drip, drip—it sounds like a clicking metronome.
The woman exclaimed, “This is dope!” I would typically not associate such an exclamation of praise with standing on a bridge over Highway 421 in the cold, while squinting into the dusk at approaching police lights.
After my parents were revealed as the tooth fairy and Santa Claus, I still held the belief that the ocean was inside a conch shell, even when I pressed my ear to the shell back at home in Raleigh.
With a new year comes an opportunity to reflect on what the past one provided. As 2026 begins, here’s a list of things I’d like to learn over the course of the next year — some practical, some fun, each rewarding in its own way.
My eight-year-old daughter asked for a drum for Christmas, a snare with a strap around her shoulder so that she could march around the house and through the neighborhood. This brought a Christmas carol to mind.
I loved the student reporting on Gabrielle Calvocoressi’s “Oh Shoot” sessions because I love poetry and basketball. Poetry doesn’t have to be about basketball, of course, yet there is a poetry to basketball.