Posts filed under: Accidental Pastor

Photo by Melissa O'BrienIt’s a question that gets asked in interviews, by the curious: What gets you out of bed in the morning? It certainly seems a fair way to...
To everything there is, indeed, a season. I don’t think I ever thought terribly clearly about my time in Charlotte closing down, but here we are. My daughter Coco is...
I went to the Architectural Digest Design Show in New York two weeks ago. It was a terrific concentration of furniture and arts and lighting, decorative stuff, electronics, appliances....
My daughter, Coco and I did something kind of spontaneous last week. Weary from the persistent cold, tired from the many challenging circumstances of my life, I booked us a...
I had the privilege to speak to the Shelburne-Charlotte-Hinesburg Rotary last week. It was so much fun, such a lovely surprise to go behind the scenes, if you will, at...
I think maybe you don’t know, you really can’t know—until you stand next to a person in the coffee line at the Best Western who tells you that it was...
I was having a conversation with Nate, my son who is going to turn 21 soon, about meaning and life. He was curious about how we find meaning. Almost as...
The backstory is rich and complicated, but suffice it to say this: Matt Dibley died two years ago in July. Not long after, people started finding dimes, as can be...
The deadline for this issue happened to fall on the seven-year anniversary of my sobriety. I kind of hate that word, and it’s been so long now that it’s not...
It’s a curious thing to wake up in a city that’s quiet. Sure, it’s Saturday morning, but it happened on Friday, too. It could be that I’m used to the...
   I turn 53 this weekend, the same age at which my mother’s mother died of breast cancer. I have heard of people dreading this kind of thing: arriving at...
My son, Sam, posted a video to his Instagram account the other day. It’s what he and his tribe call an edit, I think, a compilation of pieces of footage...
I first set out to write about Raina’s garden for the gardening column in the last issue of the paper. Fortuitously there was not enough space that time to include...
Every time I went to see him there was a pile of newspapers falling off of the table beside his chair....
In the end it came down to the tortellini. One kid had too much and the other almost had none. A couple of weeks ago, my daughter, Coco, made her television...
Melissa O’Brien, Contributor When I first returned to Charlotte after mostly being away for the past two years, I was staying in a place where I could see the ferry making...