It's Me, Margaret.

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October 2014

ode without words

Lately, I keep being struck by the inadequacy of language . . . the realization that everything I could possibly say has been said before (much better), and that – here’s the real kicker – the most important things can’t… Continue Reading →

the southern heart

Last night I had the pleasure of reading a short essay I wrote for a beautiful new collection called “South” to a room full of Southerners – both natural-born and transplanted. I was asked by the book’s editor/author, Wendy Pollitzer, to write about… Continue Reading →

just us girls

“I am still every age that I have been. Because I was once a child, I am always a child. Because I was once a searching adolescent, given to moods and ecstasies, these are still part of me, and always… Continue Reading →

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