As my Dad used to say to me a lot, “use your noggin.” Of course he was telling me to use my common sense; to use my brain, not someone else’s; to think for myself.
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Snider sped up, eventually reaching Viola. “Really?” he tried to confirm before looking on the desk. “Yeah, you’re right.”
Last year, I approached the twelfth day in the month of May with great expectation. I’d been talking about this day for a while and was eager to see it arrive.
Since November, I have called three electricians. One is a no show, one told me I needed to get the vent rewired for LED, but he never got back to me. I have called and called and probably I did as he wished, I gave up. Will I have to pay big dollars for a total replacement, is it even possible to re wire, is it a matter of a little project when professional service experts go where the bigger dollars are or go to the steady, every day work on big projects in nearby towns. Is it a shortage of labor? Is it money? Or attitude?
“Well, I have good news and more good news,” Viola announced as she strolled into the breakroom.
After 13 college applications, five standardized tests, seven decision release dates, and a lot of writing and rewriting in between, I have decided to attend…
Like most members of the class of 2022, the college process has not been easy for me.
Anna loved her new job at Wonder World Daycare. However, coming up with projects for toddlers between the ages of two and four was challenging.
“Chatty, looks like the boys are getting up a game of marbles outside. Did they invite you?” Grandma Ella yelled from the kitchen.
“Three people close to the suspect have confessed, and we still don’t have the evidence to convict anyone.” Viola bit her lip and sighed.
Grace Epsicopal Church has been a major part of my life, even before I started attending its church services.
Don’t get me wrong: I love my guy poets. Edgar Allan Poe and his “tintinnabulation of the bells” and “Quoth the Raven ‘Nevermore,’” give me chills every time.
Washington Post critic Michael Dirda said it best in an article in early March, “In a time of crisis, poetry can help focus our fears and transform ‘noise into music.'" He writes, poetry “nourishes us, it contributes to our grieving and our healing processes, it gives focus to our loves and to our fears, allowing us to sing them, at the back of our minds, in a deliberate and disciplined transformation of noise into music, of grief into acceptance, of anger at pointless destruction into a determination to save at least something of what remains.”
“If you’ve got it, flaunt it.” The first time I heard Grady of Sanford and Son fame make that statement, I thought to myself, you know, he’s got a point.
April is National Poetry Month. What’s your favorite poem?
On Monday, April 5, Davidson Local celebrated an operational milestone with friends, family and community members. Thanks to all who came out to Sophie's Cork and Ale and the handful of you who donated to support Davidson Local.
Jewel loved her parents. Her father worked while her mother was a stay-at-home mom.
It’s Davidson Local’s one-year anniversary and we’re inviting you to join the hyperlocal movement. With print papers across the nation moving toward a regional and national platform, local news is harder to come by in smaller communities.
Fame usually isn’t silent, but it can be very loud when it is. Perhaps others in Davidson County know of other such visits that didn’t have glitter or headlines.