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Open Mic
3:08 pm
Tue January 7, 2014

Snow Days

I remember so fondly the snow days from my North Carolina childhood. Peeking out the window expectantly, devouring the AM radio cancelation list, scrambling into gloves and hats and boots.

There were forts to be fashioned, snowmen to be birthed, hills to be sledded.  I remember, too, when my thrill of snow was put on ice.

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Open Mic
1:02 pm
Sun December 1, 2013

Let's Buy A Tractor!

We all have ideas about what a mid-life crisis looks like. 

One minute you’re sitting there, minding your own business, and the next thing you know you’re polishing a shiny new convertible sports car.  

For Tom Sarvay, a self-admitted City Boy, it meant buying the farm.

We have another essay from Tom Sarvay, who writes and farms in Staunton.  Here's an account of his daily heroics down on the farm.

 

 

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Commentaries & Essays
12:11 pm
Wed October 23, 2013

Praise the Lord...and Pass the Crackerjacks

Deborah Lewis is a Methodist minister who works with students at the University of Virginia.  In her spare time, she enjoys quilting and shouting words of praise and damnation while watching TV.  We'll let her explain in this essay she recorded at our Charlottesville studio.

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Challenge Into Change
11:01 am
Tue August 13, 2013

The Women's Initiative Essay Contest

The Women's Initiative in Charlottesville was established to help women in crisis – to support them as they make difficult transitions in their lives.

Each year, the group offers a challenge to women-- to document their thoughts.  We have three of the essays recorded. 

Beth Gager is 43 and the mother of two.   She wrote about her recovery from an emotional breakdown.

Myra Anderson is 34.  A native of Charlottesville and a graduate of Covenant High School,  she was abused as a child and is still working to heal the wounds.

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Deb Lives Dangerously!
5:02 pm
Fri August 2, 2013

Safety, Italian Style

When I was eighteen, my cousin Umberto visited us from Italy.  I sat in the passenger seat of Umberto’s rental car as he sped through a red light at a busy intersection in Hartford, Connecticut.  I shrieked, “Stop.  Stop.  You’ve got to stop!”

Umberto smiled.  “In Italy, red light is optional.”

Umberto wasn’t kidding.  When my husband and I visited Tuscany last fall, we discovered that some Italians considered all rules of the road optional.  

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