Rocky Mount, NC: You Fix Neighborhoods By Making Them Safe:

Stand on one of the streets in Wards 1โ€“4. There is no crime happening before your eyes, no sirens or flashing lights. But its presence is everywhere, in the silence, in the shuttered homes, in the caution that has settled into the air. Crime is not visible in the moment, but it lingers in what … Continue reading Rocky Mount, NC: You Fix Neighborhoods By Making Them Safe:

OIC on the Stand: Exhibit B and C

The courtroom doors swing shut. The prosecutor rises once more. A Financial Auditor takes the stand, sworn to testify. What follows is not rumor, not speculation, but evidence entered into the record. Today the case turns to OIC, its leadership, its ledgers, and the uneasy lines that bind public office to private control. Exhibit B: … Continue reading OIC on the Stand: Exhibit B and C

The Architectural Charm of Main Street Entrances – Rocky Mount,NC

Walking along Main Street in Rocky Mount is like stepping into a living history book, where each storefront tells a story. The entrances of these historic commercial buildings, many dating back to the early 1900s, are not just doorways but invitationsโ€”welcoming customers into spaces that have served generations of residents. Add to your 'Talking Main … Continue reading The Architectural Charm of Main Street Entrances – Rocky Mount,NC

Stephenyโ€™s View: Before and Afterโ€”Inspiration for Rocky Mount, NC, and Our Lives

Thereโ€™s something deeply moving about a โ€œbefore and afterโ€ photograph. A small, forgotten house, weathered by time, standing in quiet dignity, waiting for hands to restore it. And thenโ€”the afterโ€”windows gleaming, a fresh coat of paint, a porch made welcoming again. These transformations inspire because they remind us of what is possible, not just in … Continue reading Stephenyโ€™s View: Before and Afterโ€”Inspiration for Rocky Mount, NC, and Our Lives

Stepheny’s Hand On The Brick Walls of Main Street

Thereโ€™s something grounding about touching a brick wall. Maybe itโ€™s the cool roughness under my fingertips, or the quiet weight of time pressed into each mortar line. These walls, with their weathered hues and enduring strength, are more than just structuresโ€”they are storytellers. As Iโ€™ve walked Main Street, hand to brick, Iโ€™ve felt the whispers … Continue reading Stepheny’s Hand On The Brick Walls of Main Street