Say What, Nana?: An Unexpected Family Story

One of the things I most enjoy about holiday gatherings is the story-telling. But in decades of listening, this was one I didn’t expect.

Field Report: Inside the Tween Slumber Party

Submitted by Angela Dove, intrepid field reporter for Suburban Geographic

An Apology to my Neighbors

Including an explanation of how two spiders crawled under my shirt.

LGBT Church Conference a Gold Mine for Radical Tourism

[I was a North Carolina travel writer and restaurant critic in 2005 when the well-intentioned “Hearts on Fire” conference came to our local Methodist conference center, and my quaint mountain community was inundated with nutjobs and TV news crews–not always distinguishable. I submitted this rant instead of my usual pieces, and a columnist was born. How far have we come since then? Sigh.]

Acolyte Horror Show

In which a Loose Tooth becomes a Disaster of Biblical Proportions

 

Secretly Wishing for a Minor Mishap

Confession of a sometime theater director.

Charity run becomes power trip for local author

“And lo, men shall cast their eyes upon the bright orange safety vest, and they shall turn from their courses and be satisfied.”

C U @ Dinner: A texting mishap

From the learned-the-hard-way files.

“Mom? What’s Gay?”

“Mom? Some people in my class were being really mean about something, but I don’t understand it. I thought gay meant happy . . .”

A Needle in a Hayfever–One Mom’s Adventure with Acupuncture

I love living in the Smoky Mountains. The views! The plants! The trees! However, the downside of this scenario is illustrated by the yellow cast to every house and car in the area, as well as the violent sneezes of passersby.