by Rebecca Copeland | Dec 4, 2024 | Memories
Some evenings, I was so hungry, I would walk into the refrigerated case and scoop up a handful of the pre-shredded cheese to eat. I was tempted to pinch off pieces of raw dough, but that would have been too noticeable. I had to be quick. Whenever Dave sent me into the... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Nov 20, 2024 | Memories
You would think I was destined to earn a living by driving. First school buses. And then in college, I drove the campus van into town and back on weekends, carting the few students who didn’t have access to a car. The van was smaller than the school bus, but it had a... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Nov 6, 2024 | Memories
“Check this out, Daddy,” I said as I eased the car into fifth. “I’ve got overdrive!” My father looked down at the gear shift between our two seats. He didn’t say anything in response, and I was too busy minding traffic on Capitol Boulevard to look over at his face. I... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Sep 25, 2024 | Memories
“You’re taking the turn too wide,” David Presser shouted, rising up out of his seat and leaning over me. For a minute, I thought he was going to grab the steering wheel. I was turning right onto Wake Forest Road from Six Forks, there by the K-Mart, on my way to Ligon... 
by Rebecca Copeland | Jan 4, 2023 | Family
I can’t remember when I decided I would retire to North Carolina. The idea came on gradually. Maybe it was after I spent that month in the Tennessee cabin writing the first draft of The Kimono Tattoo. It was only a month, but I felt such an affinity for the hillsides...
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