The labels of the letters E, A and S have worn from the keys of my computer. The L is barely sticking around. The wear serves as a physical reminder of the hours I spend each day behind a keyboard or touchscreen, tapping and swiping. But it wasn’t always this way. I learned print letters […]
Memsy Price
Bio: Memsy Price lives in Durham, not too far from where her grandparents lived. She writes about area history and personal remembrances for our Front Porch feature.
Pine inhalation
Amid the holiday madness that inevitably comes like Christmas cards in the mail, it can be easy to forget to slow down. Remembering to take a deep breath can be harder still. That’s how and why my daughter Kate and I found ourselves in a yoga class during packed days of post-Thanksgiving travel, school assignments, […]
Wagging more
Someone dumped two mixed black lab puppies in the alley behind our house. They created a makeshift pen by wedging two rolling trash bins against our fence, keeping the pups contained until we heard the yelps. That was almost 13 years ago. We found a loving home for the female puppy, now named Flynn. But […]
Four baby birds
My daughter and her friend spent the better part of a recent winter afternoon assembling and painting two wooden birdhouses. We hung ours midway up the trunk of a maple tree by our front patio. Then, of course, we waited and hoped. During the past two summers, families of wrens have nested in our carport. […]
Daily bread
My Italian grandfather broke with the Catholic Church when he came to Durham. For someone born and raised in the Campania region, home to San Gennaro and Padre Pio, his secession from the church was especially complicated. It came about for many reasons, some real and some imagined, but he still displayed a tiny bust […]
The circle is round
Right now, at any one of thousands of Girl Scout meetings across the world, young women are sitting in a circle and singing in sweet, high voices: “Make new friends, but keep the old/ One is silver, the other is gold.” In the blur of teenage angst and the frantic rush of young adulthood, many […]
To New York (and back)
As I watched the coverage of Hurricane Sandy bearing down on the Northeast early this week, reports of New Yorkers hunkering down made me nostalgic for the grit and determination that I found in the city as a young adult. Six days after my graduation in Chapel Hill, I sped up Interstate 95 with my […]
The bullies on the bus
According to news reports, three of the four boys who verbally abused their school bus monitor, Karen Klein, in a suburb of Rochester have apologized for their actions. All four have been suspended from school for a year. That was too late, though, to stop the boy who videoed the taunting and posted it to […]
On reading the papers Reynolds Price left behind
This Saturday, June 9, at 11 a.m., Reynolds’ brother William Price appears at McIntyre’s Books in Fearrington to discuss Midstream. When I was a child I believed my Uncle Reynolds was electric. He flew on trips to New York, and even when it wasn’t all that cold, he wore a hat made from wolf fur […]
Blackbird singing
As instructed, we had shown up at the fairgrounds in Rocky Mount, arriving just before sunset and wearing makeshift rain gear built of garbage bags. “Don’t worry,” one of the guys from the U.S. Department of Agriculture assured us, “they’ll be here.” As the sun began to set, we saw just a few blackbirds, flying […]

