Walking into the Fuqua Conservatory, one is met with a wall of humidity and the smell of moist earth. A few steps more, and one enters the Tropical Rotunda, where I spent most of my visit. Home to exotic tropical plants, the rotunda feels like another place, another time. OrchidsContinue Reading

As I remember, Wednesdays were when we had our weekly music class in fourth grade. We had songbooks, and the class was conducted via radio. We would listen to a lady who would tell us about a song, and then we would sing along as she played. For some reason,Continue Reading