by Celia Rivenbark | Mar 20, 2023 | Weekly Column
A friend recently gave me an illustrated history of the small town I grew up in—Wallace, N.C.– and I still can’t believe what I saw while thumbing through the pages. Drag queens. Tons of ’em! And guess what else…They were, in many cases, the...
by Celia Rivenbark | Mar 13, 2023 | Weekly Column
A few years ago, I wrote a book called “You Don’t Sweat Much for a Fat Girl.” It was a “New York Times” bestseller, and I’ll always be convinced the in-your-face title was the biggest reason. Today, the folks obsessed with...
by Celia Rivenbark | Mar 6, 2023 | Weekly Column
When you’ve been married a long time, there’s just a natural evolution of how, and even where, you go to sleep. While neither Duh Hubby nor I curl up together at night–“Is that your foot? OMG, why is your foot on my side? Ewwwww!”...
by Celia Rivenbark | Feb 27, 2023 | Weekly Column
Every now and then I get nostalgic for the old days of TV weather updates when the scariest possible event was “black ice,” two words spoken in the gravest of tones by trusted forecasters. Black ice? Only a lunatic would leave the house with that...
by Celia Rivenbark | Feb 17, 2023 | Weekly Column
There are two foods Southerners are powerfully passionate about: barbecue and banana pudding. Let’s go ahead and stipulate Eastern North Carolina vinegar and red pepper-sauced barbecue is best and move on now to … wait… where did half of y’all go?...
by Celia Rivenbark | Feb 13, 2023 | Weekly Column
I thought it was charming when millennials embraced vinyl albums making turntables, amps and waist-high speakers cool again. Same when Gens X, Y and Z demonstrated a fondness for fondue, bell bottoms, lava lamps and shag rugs. But now the kids have gone...
