Jane

Fifty-three years ago, pre Roe v. Wade, I was an undergraduate at the University of Kentucky counseling other young women about how to get an illegal abortion.

I was anxious about revisiting my family’s farm in Maryland after ten years away.

When we moved into our mid-century house about 25 years ago, we couldn’t even see Eastwood Lake because the backyard was so overgrown.

The big tree leaned over quietly into the lake as if lying down to take a nap.

Lucky stood stunned in the middle of the dirt yard surrounded by a poultry symphony.

As the holiday season unfolds, I am reminded of the only time I was disappointed on Christmas morning.

When we were kids on our family farm, we’d all line up with our rakes and pull back the leaves in a long roll on the big lawn.

The current municipal election in Chapel Hill/Carrboro is déjà vu all over again, as New York Yankee’s catcher Yogi Berra once famously said….

We were taught to say “please” and “thank you.” For years, we rode the #77 yellow school bus for a half-hour from the end of the lane to elementary school in Calvert…

We’re lucky to have almost 20 miles of hiking trails and greenways in Chapel Hill and Carrboro. As…

New research shows that talking to strangers is a good idea. I’m happy to hear that. I like talking with strangers. I almost always learn something and it…

My father loved plastic bags. When my sister and I cleaned out his house after his death, we found old plastic bags tucked under the cushions…