Some time ago, a column ran about grieving for a loved one's death and the subsequent enlightenment: Life is beautifully short, so treasure it.
Sometimes I consciously fight against the bubble I live in, operating by yesterday’s feel, and seek out the latest newspaper headlines.
After going to high school in Chapel Hill, I was fortunate enough to escape the sprawling southern claws of its collegiate counterpart.
It’s rare when every friend you come across independently tells you to watch the same movie. You’ll love it, they say. You’ll really grasp those uber-profound themes.
My sister once dragged me to a chick flick because she didn't want to see it alone. We drove all the way to Raleigh Grand Cinemas and walked in on the previews. That was when the storm downed power.
