An Unfinished Life

Sometimes at night I find myself staring into the abyss, parading as the white popcorn ceiling above my head. As the hours trickle away, my mind bubbles into a whirlpool with images and dates and lists. At 23, I’m kind of neurotic, always thinking six weeks ahead of my present. I’m racing against an invisible clock. I haven’t always been like this. When I was 16, three events culminated in a matter of four months and permanently changed my outlook on life and the longevity of it, or sometimes lack thereof.

The Butterfly

Introduction: To Madison Yauger, flowers and butterflies go together like biscuits and jam. Her family has always thrived in the garden, but after her grandfather passed away, butterflies began to mean a little something more.

Determined

As soon as my hand left the table, all 20 lbs. of me crashed landed on the scratchy carpet, but I didn’t cry. I leaned into my rolls of baby fat, pulled myself up and took a wobbly step. After that moment, I never went back to crawling. I was determined to walk.

Will Kingery: Local Chef and Restaurant Owner Dishes on The Food Scene in Winston-Salem

Walking into Silo Bistro and Bar, off Reynolda Road, one can find Will Kingery, the owner of the restaurant, working right alongside his employees. “When I was 16, I worked at Sonic,” said Kingery, “and I told myself I never wanted to work in another kitchen.” Years later, he has worked at nearly every restaurant in Winston-Salem, and owns four: Willow’s Bistro, King’s Crab Shack and Oyster Bar, Silo Bistro and Bar, and The Bar on 4th Street.

633 Fourth Street, Winston-Salem, NC 27101

The morning is coming to a close at the City With Dwellings overflow shelter. Nine men and women shuffle into the van, some quiet and keeping to themselves, and others chatting loudly. The seats are slightly worn, and the air conditioner makes a low humming noise. It’s bright, a light breeze coming in through the open windows. One man holds an iPod shuffle, his headphones in as he stares outside. Another looks down at an Android phone, running his hands over the cracked screen. Each clutching bus passes, they began the 10-minute ride over to the Samaritan Ministries food bank to eat lunch.

Standing in Quicksand, Sinking in Time

Time is a funny little mistress. You’re attached to it, but it can disappear without warning. Some days, weeks, and months feel begrudgingly long, with no end in sight. And then a year disappears right before your eyes. Then two. Then three. They fall away with reckless abandon.