• Editor’s Column: ‘Saving Space’

    One of my mother’s greatest battles with me when I was a kid was when it came time to sort through my toy collection.
    Every time, she would plop me down in front of a heaping pile of stuffed animals and designate two spots on either side of her: to the left was a trash bag for donations, and to the right was the empty toy box.
    One by one, she’d go through my plushies, and tell me to say one of two things: keep or give away.

  • Editor’s Column: ‘A kind (or unkind) gesture’

    In today’s fast-paced world, we are expected to process a lot of information very quickly. And while many of us mean well, sometimes these bits of information lose a little bit as they travel through the channels of lips and ears in any given community.
    As someone who works in the media, I often look back at that childhood game “telephone” and compare it to real life. Sadly, that game stood to teach us all an important lesson about how meanings get lost in translation.  
    “What? Sally is a secret spy for the CIA?”

  • Editor’s Column: ‘You can whine, you can cry... but the bacon is mine’

    Most people who own dogs have had the following conversation before: 
No! Get back, you can’t have that.
    “NooOO! That’s not yours!
    “No! Nonono!”

  • Editor’s Column: ‘Make mine chocolate’

    Easter church services, chocolate bunnies, egg hunts, and all things pastel. What’s not to love?
    This holiday brings back some seriously awesome memories from my childhood. First off, Easter always served as a celebration to my family to welcome the spring season. And to shoo away winter we’d bust out all things pastel. My parents decorated for every single holiday back then, and I couldn’t wait to start dying eggs and setting out all of the bunny decorations.

  • Editor’s Column: ‘Life hack Wednesday’

    Last week, my husband went away on a business trip, leaving me with the house all to myself for two days; so I’d planned a little stay-cation from work in advance to get some things done around the house.
    And guys…. I really did….n’t.

  • Editor’s Column: ‘Bucket listographies’

    Last week, I talked a little bit about my honorary grandmother, and what she meant to me… which always leads me to a topic that’s not quite as easy to share. But since it’s been almost 14 years… here goes:

  • Editor’s Column: ‘Fortunes for the finders’

    Most of us who were lucky enough to grow up in a rural area like the Twin Counties still remember the lessons they learned from being out in nature. For me, growing up on the Blue Ridge Parkway was no different.
    My parents live in a small community just off the parkway on the Carroll side, where it’s an everyday occurrence to look out the living room window and see deer, turkeys, cardinals, raccoons, hummingbirds, and even black bears (the last of which is why I usually didn’t play outside much as a child without heavy supervision).

  • Editor’s Column: ‘Tokens from childhood’

    I think it’s safe to say that most, if not all of us have that one special toy from our childhood that we’ve never forgotten. I think it’s also safe to say that you probably still have that toy stashed away somewhere. After all, who better to welcome your future children into the world than the friendly comrade who accompanied you on all of your adventures, comforted you through every cut and scrape, and single-handedly chased away the drooling monsters under your bed?

  • Editor’s Column: ‘Your parcel has arrived‘

    No matter how old I am, I still get excited when I get something cool in the mail. It doesn’t matter if it’s a complete surprise from someone else, or if I’ve ordered it myself. When it arrives, it feels like Christmas morning.

  • Editor’s Column: ‘The notorious Captain Trips‘

    Hi everyone! Hope you are all happy, healthy, and still contentedly binging on yummy 75 percent off chocolate (which we all know is the REAL perk of Valentine’s Day).
    So, this past week I heard a lot of talk around the community about the dreaded flu virus making its phlegmy rounds again; to the point where local school systems are throwing a little extra elbow grease into their cleaning schedule (not that they don’t do an awesome job with that as it is).