It's Me, Margaret.


August 2014


This morning, somebody mentioned Flannery O’Connor in an article I was reading. I started thinking about my favorite O’Connor story, ‘Revelation,’ and how it might make a interesting blog topic. I found it online and started reading, and by the time I’d… Continue Reading →

The human animal

Warning: This one might get a little religion-y. Any of you who regularly grace this blog with your eyeballs know that I often walk in the Cypress Wetlands after my morning workout at the Y. Today I could hardly wait… Continue Reading →

a chance encounter at the pig

This morning at the Y, I made my usual mistake of watching the news from the elliptical machine before fleeing in horror to the Cypress Wetlands Trail outside. Not even the sublime beauty of the trail – which usually heals… Continue Reading →

melancholy mom muses on school

I’m too melancholy this morning to muster up a proper back-to-school piece. (I’m always like this on the first day of school. Not to worry.) Fortunately, I wrote the following last year, after the first week of school, and I… Continue Reading →

the whining writer

Sometimes I think I’ll never write another word. What’s the point? I mean, really? There are so many writers. There are so many voices striving to be heard – wonderful, resonant voices that deserve to be heard . . …. Continue Reading →

on losing our cool

My family and I spent part of last week with a busted air conditioner. (Being hot and sweaty makes me want to use words like “busted.”) You really don’t want to be sans AC in Beaufort, South Carolina, in August. Believe… Continue Reading →

the constant gardener

There’s a landscaper in town whom I’ve known for over a decade, but mainly through wonderful conversations we’ve shared at gallery openings, theater intermissions, and our neighborhood pub. He is tall and handsome with a rustic elegance, his long curly… Continue Reading →

on knowing better…

While I was out walking in yesterday’s balmy August air, my mind wandered to a recent conversation with a friend at a bar. “We really love our son’s new girlfriend,” he told me. “She’s a great person. Really aware… really conscious…”… Continue Reading →

Wren Wisdom

Y’all know I’m currently obsessed with birds, right? Well, things just got a little more fascinating. (To me, anyway.) In response to my “For The Birds” piece in the current issue of Lowcountry Weekly, a nice reader wrote to tell me it’s probably the Carolina… Continue Reading →

portrait of a keyboard

Last summer, Jeff and I were honored to be part of the Beaufort Portrait Project, a work-still-in-progress by our friend Gary Geboy, one of the South’s (Country’s? World’s?) finest fine art photographers. Gary asked his friends to come over to his… Continue Reading →

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