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Recently, I had the pleasure of going to a concert at the Fillmore in Charlotte. The wildly energetic and eclectic violinist Lindsey Stirling was…
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It starts with some stale white bread. Then a little butter, onion, chicken broth, celery, and salt are added. But for Waynesboro writer and essayist…
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Every morning, I eat a banana for breakfast. My banana is not a gluten free-range banana. Nor is it a banana with a sticker that proclaims, “No tarantulas…
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Thirteen years ago I was a teacher in a classroom of sixth graders in Culpeper, Virginia, an hour from Washington, D.C. When the first plane flew into the…
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Years ago, right before an end-of-the-term field trip, my son brought home a notice from his middle school. The body of the letter included the usual…
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Some kids are happy that school is back in session. Others head for the classroom with some trepidation, but their reluctance is nothing compared to what…
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Dolly Parton said it-- if you want the rainbow, you have to put up with a little rain.That’s what essayist Joy Bashore from Forest found out, on one of…
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If you’re like me you put off doing your taxes. You know that in the spring it’s not always easy to find a weekend that both you and your spouse can clear…
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There’s an image that’s gone viral on the internet—spreading through social media and in-boxes around the world. This hand-made poster looks like it’s…
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Valentine's Day is a celebration of romance, but even after the holiday has passed, Charlottesville writer Deborah Prum likes to muse about the people she…