Going Solo
Finding “Me Time” During a Pandemic
Weathering Storms, Old and New
Walking through the neighborhood after Hurricane Isaias: dead trees, haphazardly strewn across the green yards, like civil war graveyards.
Lines in the Sand
A good day on the beach for me at the Topsail Beach is now spent browsing shells left by the outgoing tide.
A Different Kind of Nightlife
When the sun goes down, the mundane and ordinary get painted with mystery and are transformed. While the obvious appeal of the Topsail area is fun in the sun, what is it like after the sun goes down? I’m not talking about bar hopping or the proverbial nightlife —...
