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May 1st, 2026 Greetings from Carrboro, If you’re feeling a little anxious, I get it. You stumble into May and there it is, staring you in the face. Mom-ageddon. It’s like Valentine’s Day, but substituting children for cupid, their cherubic, arrow slinging herald. I’m not saying moms aren’t romantic – please – just commenting that […]

April 23rd, 2026 Greetings from Carrboro, People say the damnedest things. Mostly out of habit. I was stunned when no one on our staff had ever heard someone showing off labeled as a hot dog. Not a one. Of course that was just my history not lining up with theirs in so many ways but, […]

April 20th, 2026 Greetings from Carrboro, I don’t know if a rom-com has ever won an Oscar. But I seriously doubt it. Just as I doubt that Emily in Paris is going to win an Emmy anytime soon. Or either will, you know, Outer Banks. Of course that’s not that I’ve personally ever watched them, […]

April 16th, 2026 Greetings from Carrboro, It’s easy to rationalize. The list of the pros and cons surrounding most fateful choices usually aligns with the decision we’ve already made. Discerning divine providence and some degree of self-congratulatory wisdom are deeply preferred to looking back with any hint that we might have screwed up. And where […]

March 31st, 2026   Greetings from Carrboro, My mother was claustrophobic. Not clinically, but serious enough that she could only handle going up five floors on an elevator at a time. And I always assumed that her proclivity to spend all of her free time outside was similarly rooted in that profound aversion to feeling […]

March 10th, 2026 Greetings from Carrboro, It would be impossible. I think we can agree that if you ask any Beatles fan to name the best five songs and they will laugh at you. Similarly, if you asked my eldest to do the same for Taylor Swift, there would be equal amounts of eye-rolling derision, […]

March 4th, 2026 Greetings from Carrboro, I was born into it. So, don’t blame me. My father was the radio announcer for Carolina basketball and football in the 1960s. Needless to say, our entire family were rabid fans. And if you were wondering, yes, we hated Billy Packer. Basketball mania was so bad in our […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I was arms-crossed confident arguing with my best friend. The ramshackle restaurants that dotted the road near Douglas Airport did not have roofs. Period. His father told him that I was wrong. I fully admitted that because of the possibility of rain (or cold or heat), the why didn’t completely make sense. But in my corner, […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I had Boy Scouts every Tuesday night. 7:30 – 9:00. We learned how to tie knots and bandage burns and then skinned our knees playing ultimate frisbee in the brightly lit parking lot of St. Vincent’s Church where our meetings were held. And, tragically, that meant we missed Happy Days. Skipping Laverne & Shirley was […]

February 10th, 2026 Greetings from Carrboro, It’s remarkable. The newest airpods can translate several major languages directly to English in real time, right in your ear. No more phrase books or suffering through the terribly awkward realization that occurs 15 minutes after you randomly ordered the tête de veau for lunch in Lyon. But just like the Navajo […]