Category: Reflections

A story told by bloodlines

by Ippy Patterson I have a sheet of parchment with my ancestors’ names scrawled across its surface, a large chart made in the 1950s and ’60s by my great-uncle Bernard Knollenberg, an American historian. The tree was a gift to his…

The power of writing

by Settle Monroe I was in the fourth grade when a local writer visited our classroom for a week. She came to teach us about the life of a writer, effective literary techniques, and even some of her secret tricks….

My father’s world

by Tracie Fellers Raleigh was my father’s hometown and his territory. And though I’m rarely there these days, it beckons me with memories and markers of his life’s journey. On Fayetteville Street downtown, there’s the law practice that still includes…

Fanny’s table

by Scott Huler The first thing you should know is green: Fanny’s table is green. An old, faux-antique dusky green, the green of a deep-forest conifer or a faded piece of blotter paper, but green just the same. The second…

Playing for the mug

by Scott Huler Through the fog of a dimly lit bar, a two-beer buzz, and the blood rushing through my brain, my eyes focus on Fritz, as his grinning visage seems to float towards me. Fritz is short, with the…

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