Andrew Taylor-Troutman

On this rainy Saturday, all of Orange County had crammed like a mosh pit onto the rink. Yet this kid was untouchable, gliding backwards into a turn before pivoting past a four-child pileup with a grin.

As I’ve grown, my reflection on the new year has become more intertwined with an awareness of passing time. So, I’ve ordered a personalized bobblehead doll.

This is not only the season for holidays but also for basketball. My cousin is launching his...

In memory of Brian Doyle A friend of mine died much too young. He was known for making contented...

Former UNC basketball great Eric Montross, who had worked tirelessly and passionately through his...

I was out to dinner with my three kids the other evening. Seated a few tables away was a fellow...

“Our daughter still hums as she eats her breakfast cereal.” That is the most memorable line I’ve...

This year, I wished to start a Thanksgiving tradition: a family football game. Touch football,...

A few days before the ceremonial carving of the turkey, I sat in a taekwondo studio, watching my...

I got into a conversation with an older white man the other day in a church fellowship hall. We...