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Greetings from Carrboro, There are lots of ways to celebrate. Lots. According to Hollywood, good number of the best involve Las Vegas. That is not in anyway to disparage the more typical celebrations that don’t involve Vegas, veering instead towards a bucolic, family-centric theme of puppies and iced tea and neighbors you’ve never met. But […]

Greetings from Carrboro, Mardi Gras never made it this far north. Or east for that matter. It sort of peters out on the Georgia-Alabama border. I don’t think that we can blame this tragedy on climate change. In my experience, this is more of a protestant thing. The Presbyterian world that I was brought up in […]

Greetings from Carrboro, There’s a list in my head. Good lord, it’s long. The bitter mistakes, the stumbles, the hubris. All the things that I wish I’d done better or just had the courage to do right. But love makes a fool of all of us. The straight and narrow gives way. And our path […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I get a lot of junk emails. And like the rest of you, I delete 99% of them. But the travel ones always get me. It takes an act of extreme will for me to delete anything promising some sweet deal comprised of sunshine and palm trees and endless sunsets. Especially in […]

Greetings from Snowboro, #1) It’s not snowing in the kitchen. #2) There are boxes of delicious oysters in the walk-in refrigerator waiting to be shucked. And from what I can tell, #3) the bourbon has yet to go bad. From my perspective, Acme is snowmageddon-proof. So, there’s that. Then there’s the fact that going out […]

Greetings from Carrboro, I’ve done the math. And I can say with a large degree of algorithmic certainty, that somewhere between 4:21pm and 5:19pm today the wheels will come off that New Year’s resolution bus. Lug nuts and all. This is a friendly reminder to hold on tight. It’s usually not quite such an unmitigated disaster. Just know- […]

Greetings from Carrboro, Southerners don’t have snow shovels. Or, god forbid, snow blowers (whatever they are). And a hefty chunk of us don’t have one of those ice scraper-things that supposedly sit under the front seat of the car. But what we do have is a collective, creative response to cold and snow that can […]

Greetings from Carrboro, Generally, I don’t like prophetic gimmicks. You know, the whole fortune cookie thing. But there’s definitely a blurry line for me between a superstition and a tradition. On one hand, I like looking for four-leaf clovers – that feels like a spring tradition. But I’m decidedly less inclined to concern myself that […]

Greetings from Carrboro, There are rules. 1) Leftovers reach their absolute apogee at lunch the following day. 2) They’re almost certainly most delicious when you’re standing up in a kitchen. 3) And, with something akin to grief, all of us go through four stages before actually tossing leftovers – denial that we won’t, in fact, […]