Ann Davis-Rowe
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Last night, I lost an acquaintance. Not to death, but to Facebook blocking. I had Liked several comments by a stranger stating in a very rational manner that a post using the word “rape” to describe a non-actual-rape situation was inappropriate. The commentor, the survivor of a horrible trauma, was far more calm and collected…
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The alarm goes off earlier than on a weekday, but I’ve been awake for bit, paranoid about oversleeping. The light filtering through the blinds is cloudy and dim; Louisa is happily spooned, extra content because Hampton changed the sheets yesterday and the duvet is extra fluffy. But…. it’s time to get up. A topknot and swipe…
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Last night, the Phoenix Theatre Co. brought the fantasy-and-sci-fi-themed murder mystery that we used to celebrate #jessip to our home at the Pittsboro Roadhouse & General Store. Jessica and Phillip jumped in the cast themselves this time, but our dear friend Ali was busy being fabulous in another show. Where could we find a young…
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I have to give a shoutout to one of the things that gets me through the day (besides coffee and corgimutts): theSkimm. Started a few years back by some young women with a passion for storytelling (my favorite!) and fried artichokes (a close second favorite to storytelling!), it’s an e-newsletter that hits your inbox every…
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If you saw my post-rehearsal Instagram gif on Friday night, you know I had big plans for doing very little this weekend. Preferably while not wearing pants. The weekend before was spent around lots of people I didn’t know seeing a band I didn’t know (#goodwifeaward) and this week was a rush of Nunsense choreo, so I…



