Had I doubted Co-Star’s warning that Chaos would be my fish sign’s dominant mode in 2021, March made me a believer. The month blew in
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Thirty years ago, Tony Abbott was directing Davidson Community Players’ production of Inherit the Wind and needed a set designer. New to North Carolina, I
A few years ago, Hyong Yi had a crazy, brilliant idea for not one book, but two. He had enlisted a group of artists to
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To avoid interstate traffic when I head to Durham to visit my daughter, I travel the backroads and rely on my GPS, but I cringe at the
Because my friend Kelsi Bova wondered what writers like me do all day, I thought it might be fun to show, rather than tell. Here’s what last
ME: All I want is a sign to tell me what to do; just a little sign. Is that too much to ask? UNIVERSE: Here! I