My father is 83 now, and his health is declining. In mid-April, my brother called: "You need to get up here now."
In Raleigh's Moore Square and around Main Street in Durham, we ignore people who we assume don't have housing. Rocky and those like him go to Love Wins or the Maurin House to find eye contact, to hear a "good morning," to be a part of their cities.
Quietly, by the guidance of our flashlights, we climbed a very long, tight spiral staircase up to the top of the Duke Chapel tower. And not just the bell-tower top, but beyond that.
There it was, for half price: a snow blade/grader attachment for my almighty DR All-Terrain brush mower. "Who doesn't need one of those?"
Anyone who credits himself with "Guitar, miserable whine" does not suffer from excessive self-regard.
She plunked an Oscar next to my beer glass. "Finally! I'm recognized!" I shouted, my arms stretched toward the ceiling.
For a dozen years, I checked the small print of the box scores and theater reviews.
What if this was making love? What if this was sex? What had Boyz II Men made me do?
"I tell you," my Italian grandfather said to me once, gravely, "the pope should never ski."
Come April, for the first time in his life, Oliver's hair will be longer than mine. Maybe it's time he gets his own canister of Dippity-do.
In the wee hours of a midweek morning, the loudest bone-rattling boom I've ever experienced awoke me.
I'd thought I was running a chickens' retirement home. But here they were, in the face of flurries and frosts, announcing as only chickens can, "Hey, look around, it's spring!"
Years ago, I grew tired of the struggle to stop mosquitos laying eggs in my cistern. After some truly bad ideas, someone suggested that I drop a goldfish into the tank...
Last week's news that the Nice Price in Carrboro would be closing hurt more than a little. Losing a trusted bookstore is like having a friend move away.
Polygrip and Depends and other such items targeted for the older demographic seem to get by without the umlaut. They also appreciate proper capitalization, but I'm not here to sound grump.
We climbed our family trees and listed limbs we liked.
With my favorite winter companion, a 12-year-old orange Husqvarna chain saw with a 16-inch bar, I can play out all my Paul Bunyan and Johnny Appleseed fantasies.
Need travel Scrabble? We must have five sets.
When I taught my young sons how to play backgammon last year, I added some nontraditional nomenclature to the mix.
I was behind the house getting an armload of firewood when the peaceful morning cracked with the terrible sound of a great tree on its way down.