Exploring Your Creative Genius: Our Political Imaginations
One way to consider my book ‘Common Ground for US’: it’s an effort to rekindle our political imagination. Once upon a time it was remarkable.
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Columns
The South Orange Dispatch: Learn How To Stop the Bleed
Be a lifesaver! Know how to control bleeding. Follow along with this month’s column from SORS for advice to help a bleeding person until EMS arrives.
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The Governor’s Column: Honoring Our Servicemembers
Throughout May, we are celebrating our brave servicemembers during Military Appreciation Month. For generations, North Carolinians have proudly served our nation during times of conflict and peace.
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This Just In: Memorial Day
This Just In — On Monday, we pause, much too briefly, to remember those who died in service to the nation … those who put their lives on the line and didn’t come home, as well as those who came home grievously damaged and injured and died from those injuries — some of them decades later after immense suffering.
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Little Big Moments: Guitar Strings
Like many listeners, I was moved by Eric Church’s commencement address at UNC. He struck a particular chord with me because I learned to play guitar in college after a period in my life when I’d lost my way or, as Church described, “fell out of tune.”
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Holding Court: Carolina Hurricanes On Thin Ice Again Entering ECF
For the fourth time in the eight-year tenure of head coach Rod Brind’Amour, the Carolina Hurricanes are playing in the National Hockey League’s version of the Final Four.
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“Common Ground for US” Book Launch and Creativity Workshop with Carl Nordgren
Come out to celebrate the launch of Carl Nordgren’s new book, “Common Ground for US,” June 4, 6:30-8:00 p.m. at Golden Fig Books in Carrboro.
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Refugium: See It, Pull It, Bag It, Toss It
Director of the Cullowhee Native Plant Conference Geoffrey Neal opines on false hawksbeard and shares tips for its responsible removal.
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This Just In: School’s Out
This Just In— Once again, the town is ours. The sidewalks are not slammed with wide-eyed young adults marching along with earbuds and backpacks, streaming out into the crosswalks, forcing traffic to its sloth-like crawl through the center of town.
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Little Big Moments: The Burying Shovel
I returned to the church to find a dead bird lying at the base of the glass door, his or her neck broken by the sudden impact. It was a sleek brown bird, one that I couldn’t identify. This failure made me feel sadder.
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