I am a digital immigrant with an infinite love for narrative and a history of making radio.
I find particular joy in working with photographers, because they understand the importance of being fully present in the moment.
I believe that listening is the beginning of understanding, and I believe that stories have the power to change our lives.
Category Archives: General
Bill and Jayne Harris are high-school sweethearts who have carved their life’s work together, first in wood and now in clay. Bill, who is also the elected chief of the Catawba Indian nation, creates traditional Catawba pottery, carrying on the … Continue reading
An an art form, says Rob Levin, glass is “wonderful, mysterious, miraculous.” Levin has been living and working in the North Carolina mountains for nearly all of his 40-year career, and he’s known for his inspiring use of color and … Continue reading
Every now and then, I get the chance to help out a radio producer from some faraway place by being their in-person proxy for an interview. I get directions, gather up my gear, and my only job is to listen … Continue reading
For the last couple of months, I’ve been thinking a lot about the geopolitics of religious freedom, thanks to the latest assignment from Congressional Quarterly Researcher. Turns out there’s a whole world of folks who care a great deal about … Continue reading
“If you’re lucky enough to know love, hang onto it,” says Ellen “Lennie” Gerber, “because it’s truly a wonderful thing to have.” Amen, sister. Lennie and her partner, Pearl Berlin, got married this year at the synagogue in Greensboro, N.C., … Continue reading
In a 1965 sermon at Temple Israel in Hollywood, “Keep Moving From This Mountain,” the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. famously said: “The moral arc of the universe is long, and it bends toward justice.” My conversation a few … Continue reading
To the world outside North Carolina, Asheville might seem like an odd place to find a professional tango orchestra, but it makes perfect sense to those of us who love the place for its wide-open scene … Continue reading
For the last couple of months, I’ve been fully immersed in the production of a report for Congressional Quarterly Researcher, on the topic of women, work, and 50 years of the feminist movement. It’s a wide-ranging look at social, political … Continue reading
Joel Hunnicutt and Brian Bortz, Artists in wood from Michelle Johnson on Vimeo. Christine and I have been criss-crossing the Piedmont and Western North Carolina for the last several months, dropping in on some of the most amazing, creative and … Continue reading
Meet Liz Spear, one of five artists that the river partners (or, as some of our fans now call us, ‘the dream team’) are meeting and featuring as part of Piedmont Craftsmen Inc.’s 50th anniversary commemoration. Never mind that I … Continue reading
Life is taking me some pretty amazing places these days, some of which require special gear (see photo). Christine Rucker, Phoebe Zerwick and I are at work on yet another cool project, one in which we get to drop into … Continue reading
I’ve been pretty slack about posting lately, but cut me some slack: I’ve been busy making things, and thinking, and making my way through the post-employment landscape that’s pretty much the story for millions of Americans. But I’m taking inspiration … Continue reading
For the record, I am not being paid anything to endorse Wix.com, the slick little HTML5 website building tool I used to create a site for our project, “Story Of My Life.” I’d been wanting to play with it for … Continue reading
UPDATE: On Thursday, March 21 the N.C. DOT said it’s scrapping the pink-striped design. It’s been a long time since I had the pleasure of producing a story for a national radio program, so it made me really happy when … Continue reading
Ghree’s story is the last of six pieces in a series called “Story of My Life,” produced with funding from the Wake Forest University Humanities Institute and exceptional cooperation from Group Homes of Forsyth. Ghree is one tough cookie, and … Continue reading