Nancy Maloney learned the importance of a well-designed space at a young age. She grew up in Myers Park. Her father, Bob Rash, was a commercial architect and her mother, Joan, owned Queen Charlotte Antiques on East Boulevard. They taught their daughter to see possibilities. “We were never afraid to knock a wall down,” Maloney says.... read more

The human body is made to move. Sure, we need to sit down and rest on occasion, but everything about our structure—including skin that shrinks and stretches and more than 200 joints—indicates we are built for movement. Yet despite our biology, today’s average American has become a sedentary creature, sitting down to get to work, stay at work, and recover... read more

Turn on the SEC Network this month. You may catch Laura Rutledge chasing a college football coach down a sideline. Despite logging six miles at most games, the host and reporter for ESPN’s college sports network is no jock. Her Harvard-educated dad and schoolteacher mom weren’t even athletes. “I was always terrible at sports,” she admits, her hazel-brown eyes twinkling... read more

The hallmark of a Queens professor is a genuine passion for the success of his or her students and the talent to help those students reach their potential. You’ll find many examples throughout this issue. Alumna Eleanor Randolph arrived on campus in 1960 and now works at The New York Times. She recalls the in uence of Professor Roberta Chalmers,... read more

In this issue of Queens Magazine, we explore how the arts— visual, musical, dramatic, literary—bring meaning to our lives. We know that great cities need great arts, and so, too, do great universities. Nourishing our students’ creative endeavors has long been a critical aspect of a Queens education.... read more

In her slim jeans and red-tipped Ariat boots, Shelley is a new breed of rancher. Thirty-seven years old and well educated, she’s one of a growing number of female farm operators in North Carolina—in 2002 10 percent were women, and in 2007 women made up 13 percent of the total. She also happens to run the only United States Department... read more

Our little farm on the Pamlico River was near Gaylord’s Bay, where the ferry crossed east of Bath. On Friday afternoons after everyone was out of school, we packed up to make our 200-mile drive across eastern North Carolina. It was a strange juxtaposition of worlds. Our home in Irving Park was a block from the Greensboro Country Club, a... read more

I found my mother’s engraved birth announcement from Argentina; in another box, photographs of the estate her parents lived on while my grandfather, an engineer, worked on South America’s first dam. There were vineyards, flower gardens, and men digging a swimming pool. There was my great-grandfather’s discharge from World War I, passports from the 1930s, newspaper clippings, receipts, and even... read more

After living her entire life as a Carolina Tarheel, our beagle mutt is headed for D.C. I don’t know whether to cry or clap for joy. My then-twelve-year-old son picked Belle out of a forlorn litter of pups, found in the woods near Raleigh by someone who chose to remain anonymous. That was the story we heard from the vet... read more