It began with three heaping platters of sandwiches, fruit and cookies from Fresh Market.
The coronavirus has changed our lives in ways both large and small, personally and professionally. And while we all have experienced loss on some level, we also have seen gain.
Rarely do you feel more fortune-kissed than when you slide into a pair of shorts or blue jeans and, feeling something in the pocket, pull out a crumpled $20 bill. Found money!
April, T. S. Eliot wrote in his dark, landmark poem “The Waste Land,” “is the cruellest month, breeding // Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing // Memory and desire, stirring // Dull roots with spring rain.”
I am not prepared for coronavirus, nor are you, I bet. I am making no judgement about your on-hand stock of sanitizer and cleaning wipes. This is not about what’s in the pantry, but rather about what we’re going to have in life and what we’ll be doing going forward.
We usually go to the movies to escape reality for a couple of hours. It’s a rare movie anymore that has me thinking on its message long after the lights have come up and everyone has moved on to worry over the latest coronavirus update.
No one needed to perform CPR on me when I had my heart attack four years ago. Other than a pain in my chest akin to bad heartburn, I was otherwise without symptoms.
Not too long ago, I had not one, but two, pickup trucks in the driveway. Both belonged to my former father-in-law, a man who never met a Ford he couldn’t love.
You are not imagining things: We are in another election season, the clearest evidence of which are all of the roadway signs that have popped up locally in the last couple of weeks.
I wasn’t awake when the college football championship ended Tuesday morning at 12:14 a.m. I was lucky to make it to halftime. I was dropping Z’s before confetti fell upon the LSU celebrants.
There’s no place like home for the holidays — unless you sell your home at the holidays, pack your life of 25 years and move five states away.
In the grand scheme of things, Grandma Domenick was probably hazardous to our health as children. She smoked harder than the steamer that brought her to America as a 4-year-old girl from Naples. Her colorful penchant for cursing in Italian earned nickels on her ocean passage as entertainment…
We know our children from that very first moment. Even before they are the size of a pea, we are talking to them, singing to them, cooing for them, performing for them. Who hasn’t read Dr. Seuss to a belly button?
The holiday season has this way of pulling my gaze to the rear-view mirror, where objects can be closer than they appear. Over the last few years in this space, I’ve used the month of December to offer a few reflections on seasons past and present.
There are no easy answers in life. That’s never more abundantly in your windshield than driving through the southeastern byways of North Carolina as you head “Down East.”
One of my favorite movies from the 1980s is “Moscow on the Hudson.” Robin Williams is a Russian musician playing saxophone in a traveling circus when he defects while in New York City.
The temperature may now reliably be less than 90 degrees, the longleaf pines are shedding their brown needles in fall’s breeze, and college football’s marquee matches are piling up. For me, that signals that election season is in full throttle.
College football kicked off in full force Saturday, and continues tonight and Monday night. But if you’re like me and the parent of a kid playing football, you know the past month has been replete with practices, jamborees and lots of sweaty laundry.
College move-in day ain’t what it used to be. History and past personal experiences have colored expectations greatly. I might need a new box of crayons after last week.
Over the past couple of weeks, I and Pilot Publisher David Woronoff have fielded questions from folks about the paper’s Letters to the Editor section of the Opinion page. We’ve been asked — in ways ranging from polite to incredulous — what our standards are for publishing letters we receive.
Here at The Pilot, we take great pride not just in being a leader for our community, but sometimes our industry as well. We had an opportunity earlier this month to do the latter.
In less than a month we celebrate the 50th anniversary of one of the great achievements of humankind: the landing of astronauts on the moon.
On Father’s Day last year, I wrote about how it’s only later in life — if at all — that we realize certain aspects about our dads as our relationship matures. I’ve come to find that even then, there are some stories that don’t get revealed until they’re gone.
The discussion around the Moore County Schools redistricting project has not been among our finer moments of upbuilding in the Sandhills. Honest differences and disagreements are to be expected, but particularly stunning has been the way some parents have virtually demonized the people, the …
When I began this Mother’s Day column last Monday, I did not know then that this would be the first Mother’s Day for mom in which the one who made her a mother would not be here.
For 15 hours last week, I had no email. Not that people weren’t emailing me. Not that my iPhone, iPad, laptop and desktop computers weren’t working.
You couldn’t help but notice the optimism and more than a touch of pride last week as Bob Grimesey presented his 2019-20 budget to the Moore County Board of Education.
When you are the editor of a small-town newspaper and have children in the public schools, it stands to reason that there will be times your kid and school make news.
You can get your weather forecast pretty much anywhere these days. The household talking speaker will brief you as easily as dozens of weather apps available for your smartphone. To think there was a time the media industry thought Frank Batten Sr. was crazy for starting a 24-7 weather chann…
This column should be shorter than normal in accordance with its subject: shorts. Were I in the textile manufacturing business, the last thing I’d want to be turning out today would be a garment that extends beyond the lower thigh.
Poor Daisy Hawkins. She was the original loner picking up rice in a church where a wedding had been. “Eleanor Rigby” came around later. “I was looking for a name that sounded natural,” Paul McCartney said in an interview about writing the classic Beatles song. “‘Eleanor Rigby’ sounded natural.”
The email this past week had the subject line “So Thin!” Has someone seen me working out at the gym? Was it one of those inbox come-ons that you always get in the new year to “start a new you”? Fat chance.
Newspaper work can be quite humbling. Hollywood, as only Hollywood can do, emphasizes the rare moments of glory, of scruffy reporters in rolled-up sleeves saving democracy. Saving democracy is not an everyday thing in this business, just as surgeons are far more likely to spend their days re…
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