I was in high school before I realized Betty Bowman had a name other than Roommate. That was how my mother and her college roommate addressed each other their whole adult lives. They met their freshman year at the old campus of Wake Forest College, became immediate friends, and switched out their assigned roommates to […]
“You either walk inside your story and own it or you stand outside your story and hustle for your worthiness.”–Brene Brown I’ll never forget the day I stood in the archives at the Z. Smith Reynolds Library at Wake Forest University when an historian friend of mine showed me the bill of sale from the […]
I suspect this is a question I will ask myself from time to time over the next several years. What am I doing, with my undergraduate degree over thirty years behind me, trying to learn how to be a student again? Why am I adding the stress of reading assignments, tests, and lengthy papers to […]
It was a night when sleep eluded me, when the continental divide between my deepest life questions and the trivial worries of the day narrowed into a sliver of fear. So I was already awake when I heard a loud thud from inside my apartment. I reached for the nearest weapon, a baseball-sized river rock that decorates my […]
Last Father’s Day, Elephant Journal published this blog post I wrote about my dad. It’s a good read for this year as well. Check it out here. Still working on my handstand. Still missing Dad.
On a recent job interview with a Wake Forest alumna, the interviewer looked at her resume and asked, “What is it they do to you at Wake Forest? There’s something special that happens there.” I’ve spent the last seven months researching what I’ve come to call the “Wake Forest Mystique”— trying to nail down just […]
I posted this piece last year as we neared Mother’s Day. I was still living in the jungles of Costa Rica, where the rainy season had arrived. One year later, I’m back in Charlotte with my cats and the sun is shining. Lots has changed, but this sentiment is still the same. To read the […]
I never imagined wanting to come to John Travolta’s defense. But amidst all the post-Oscar Travolfrenzy about his on-stage butchering of Idina Menzel’s name, I’d like to weigh in. Sure, I typed my name into the generator to “travoltify” it (it’s Murray Taylor) and I chuckled at the snide comments on Facebook. But inside, I cringed a little, thinking back to a […]
My friend Julie posted her goal of someday working on the Olympics on Facebook the other day. It’s a great goal—and one I am sure she’ll accomplish. A young superstar, Julie started as an intern when I still owned Tribble Creative Group, and I later hired her to work with me at the Democratic National Convention. She […]
