For the past few weeks, I’ve been settling into Durham. So far, I love it. It feels really good to live somewhere that just clicks. I haven’t felt like this since I lived in Wilmington. Boom. But living in Durham has a price. I didn’t realize what that was until this morning.
“Dada?” A chubby finger is pointed at me. I raise my eyebrows at the toddler staring at me, and give her a look that clearly says: Nope.
“Are you laughing at me?” I asked, running up from the shoreline. Elizabeth, dusted in sand and laying on her beach towel, giggles. “Yes, you’re so cute,” she says in her slightly southern drawl, before going back to reading her art magazine. A few moments before, I had been standing on the shoreline. I was…
During my review of Joule Coffee, I talked about this look that my friend Nikki has. I’ve come to recognize it, over the past 10+ years as her- “Really, Missy?” look. I’ve seen it a few times. There was the time that I dyed my hair black in college, the time I eloped in Vegas,…
The waitress hands me a spork. “What’s that for?” Nikki asks. “Oh, it’s for the grits,” I explain, placing it carefully next to my knife. “But I’m not using it. I think sporks and spoons are disgusting.” Nikki sighs, with a hint of amusement, and says: “Of course you do.”
It’s a Wednesday, 9 P.M. I’m drinking a tangerine flavored beer, at Person Street Bar, with the future Mr. and Mrs. Josh Gruder. Meagan, the so mentioned future Mrs., (who is also my co-worker), is telling me about a man in New Orleans. “He shot a rat between the eyes, and then fed it to…
A lot of my readers are from North Carolina, however, many are not. When I told my co-workers I was headed to Asheville for Halloween weekend, I got the mandatory Carolinian response: “Awww, Asheville? Have you ever been? YOU’LL LOVE IT THERE.” With the exception of Smoopsie (Lane), no one from outside the state knew…