Simple Life

Kid Up a Tree Because of a father who loved the Old North State By Jim Dodson Half a century ago, my dad was on a creative team from a High Point — based ad agency that produced perhaps the state [...]

Silent Nights Holding infinity in the palms of our hands By Jim Dodson When I was a kid, Christmas Eve couldn’t get here fast enough, the night I eagerly awaited all year. Mine was a visceral [...]

The Wisdom of Stars When in doubt, look up . . . and within By Jim Dodson “When I have a terrible need of — dare I say, ‘religion’? — then I go outside at night and paint the stars.” — Vincent [...]

Ancient Roads Wherever in the world they happen to be, all of them lead home By Jim Dodson Over a year ago I began traveling the route of the Great Philadelphia Wagon Road, said to be the most [...]