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 loves, and how they got together.
The last time my folks visited, our whole family swapped tales around the dining table. Our topic? Marriage proposals: who proposed to whom and how.
A month into the new year, and Charlottesville author Deborah Prum is thinking about how people can make their wishes come true.
The postcard read, “One memory of Iran, that I present of my very perty (sic) Sara,” and was signed, “Bahman and Reza.”
The card showed a picture of a young girl, maybe 14 years old, working at a loom—“A girl carpet weaver of Isfahan, Iran,” read the caption.
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.
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.