The trees have yet to find the colors of fall, nor has the autumn chill found its way down from the mountains, but a new season is slowly on its way and with it, many memories of falls gone by. In memory of one such fall, it shall be stated that the State Fair was underway in Nashville when the following story took place. I was meeting Carmen, a Latin woman, whom I had worked with as an intern at Chapel Hill. We began see...

It's late at night. Thus far, it has been a truly boring and irritable affair at the gala. He has had to retreat from the madness in order to gain a sense of sanity. He sits on the sofa in his suit, his dress shirt partially unbuttoned, with a glass of whiskey that he continually swirls about in his hand as if contemplating whether he should drink it or not. There comes a knock on the door. Cocking his head, he wonders wh...

It was early spring. While my love life was hardly what I would call "on the skids", it had been lackluster as of late. One would naturally assume that the nightclub scene would be a meat market. To a great extent, it is. Night after night I went to various spots, an easy thing to do when living near a beach, a college, and a military town all within thirty minutes of one another. My friends had gotten into the habit of t...

I met her when she was moving from the dorms on Chapel Hill to an apartment just off campus. She was carrying a box of, ahem, "personal" items when she must have stumbled over her own two feet and sent the contents scattering across the hallway. I have been told that I have a knack for arriving at the perfect time, as I was rounding the stairs just as everything went kersplat. I couldn't help but stifle a giggle and I saw...

"What is your deal, anyway?" Those were the first words that Brad said to me when I met him. I suppose it was because he made a living out of being able to read people but he hadn't been able to. I had known him for almost four months at that time but our "relationship," if that was the word for it, had been limited to phone calls, e-mails, and the occasional meeting/conference. I mean, the internet does provide a small m...