A true mark of an artist is how well they age. 

Not simply by the passing years on the calendar, for that’s a privilege in itself to experience.

What happens when the those with the most chips in the game only have a partial stake in it?

In other words, what does a community lose when most of the very large businesses are owned by absentee or corporate entities whose main goal is make money but have little interest in making that place a better place to live?

To the Editor:

In North Caroline we have a candidate for governor who is reputed to have said “I absolutely want to go back to the America where women couldn’t vote … We want to bring back the America where Republicans and principles and true ideas of freedom rule.”  

A week after Cherokee voters overwhelmingly voiced their support for legalizing cannabis on the Qualla Boundary, the Cherokee Police Commission spent 20 minutes of its monthly meeting discussing the potential impacts of such a change. 

Exiting the elevator of the Cambria Hotel in downtown Asheville on Monday morning, I noticed the “Sunset Time” scribbled on the lobby sign said 8:29 p.m. Four minutes shorter than what I first saw when checking into the Cambria last Thursday evening. 

By Sabrina Matheny • | I remember standing outside in my yard of my dream home, a house I thought I would never sell, feeling my spirit disconnect from the property. It was such a weird feeling, and so unexpected that I dismissed the thought. I gave it one of my usual “that was weird” moments and carried on with my evening. Two years later I listed that house and sold it a year after that. 

By Sabrina Matheny • Rumble Contributor | I remember when I was a little girl taking family trips to the beach. My favorite thing to do was to jump waves.  I would get knocked under and hold my breath until I could make my way back to the surface. Sometimes I would twist and turn for what seemed like an eternity waiting for that moment to rise to the surface only to discover that the current had taken me further down the beach than I had expected.  Life can be like this.  It’s exciting and exhilarating until we get pulled into the undertow and then it becomes a quest for survival and feeling somewhat disoriented as we strive to make sense of change.  How do we stay sane when we’ve lost all sense of direction?