Little Big Moments

Pulling open the door to the Gray Squirrel Coffee Co. in Carrboro, I saw a tall stranger striding...

It felt like periodic cicadas emerge from the ground more often than my wife and I get out from under the depths of childcare. So, we left our little critters with my mom for an evening and went out past our children’s bedtime.

Last weekend, I attended a wedding in a huge Catholic church in the Triangle. I arrived Friday evening for the rehearsal. With a simple role in the service, I was free to roam around the gorgeous sanctuary with its icons and statues of saints—sacred objects one does not find in a Protestant church.

Doomscrolling is the act of reading depressing or worrying content, especially on one’s handheld...

Last Saturday, I joined a hundred or so runners for the Haw River Island Ramble in Saxapahaw. A...

At first, I wasn’t concerned that I’d left my eclipse glasses at home that morning. I figured...

I heard Chapelboro’s own Victor Lewis say on the air that music with more synthesizers makes his...

As each of my children has gone to kindergarten, I have had occasion to think of my own experience at that age. Most of all, I remember my teacher.

On Sunday, I was part of a ceremony to recognize the beginning of a pastor’s service to a church. The one who was commissioned is a friend of mine, a gentleman who has already accomplished much in his life.

Here’s a small ode to the tiny brush that an umpire uses to clean the home plate. After whipping this brush out of the belt pocket, an experienced ump can clean the plate with only a few discrete snaps of the wrist.