Little Big Moments

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.

I was saddened by the death of D.G. Martin, whom I long admired as a “man of letters.” Martin’s charm and humility fit the idiom of a scholar and public figure.

I have delighted in Gabrielle Calvocoressi’s new book of poems, “The New Economy,” including “Praise House,” which, even if it wasn’t specifically dedicated to Ross Gay, would call that poet to mind, especially his “Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude.”

I am grateful for family, friends, my faith community, food, shelter, health, and health insurance. In addition, I find it helpful to give thanks for specific smaller occasions, which brings me to the Waffle House.

Now that ICE has arrived in the Triangle, my thoughts turn toward a recent exchange with my friend Ezekiel. He is a Cuban-American pastor in New Jersey and a legal citizen of the United States of America.

Since 1998, November 13 has marked World Kindness Day in order “to inspire individuals and nations...

First, I’m grateful that the swab test was negative and this is a variant of an acute upper respiratory tract viral infection, a.k.a., a common cold. Whatever it’s called, I’d rather not be sick.

I love Halloween. I love the lights, the decorations, the costumes, and most of all, the trick-or-treating.

Head Coach enters the press room and sits down in front of the microphone to speak to reporters after a loss: “First, let me say, first of all, that everyone wins some, and loses some.

The Southern Branch of the Orange County Library System in Carrboro has been open since February, but this week was my first visit. I was biding my time while my car was being repaired up the street. I was tempted to work in one of the cubicles on the far side but found myself tucking my laptop under my arm and meandering.