The Library: A Child’s View

By Linda Starkey When I was a little girl, going downtown to the library was a wonderful treat. I loved the smell of the books, the cool air and hushed voices. The sound of the date return stamp machine at the front desk. The library held a unique kind brand of adventure. I escaped long, hot Winston-Salem summers…

I Will Survive: My Mother Is My Model

By Phyllistine Poole “I will survive” are words I have never spoken or thought because I didn’t need to affirm this belief. My survival has always been a given. Survival is in my DNA, passed down to me through my mother, who grew up in a poor farm family of twelve children. One thing about being poor, you learn how to survive.  Taking care of…

FISH KNIFE

By Diana Calaway There we were at the luncheon table in the home of Di and Paddy, our dear friends in London.  He had arranged a tour of the UK for us, thanks to the acquisition of our North Carolina company by his firm. We had seen Stonehenge and Canterbury Cathedral where Thomas a Beckett…

Covid-19 and A Celebration of Life

By Linda Starkey Hot and humid. It’s typical weather down South in August when taking a breath makes one feel like one is drowning and any excess flesh manufactures rivers of sweat that pastes clothes securely to the body revealing unflattering rolls that might as well be naked. I reluctantly leavemy husband and fur-babies. Having been sequestered in…