Author me margaret
I’ve been traveling. Last week, my family and I flew from South Carolina to California to visit relatives, attend a family wedding, and have ourselves some fun. For days, we’ve been traipsing around fabulous San Francisco – which feels like… Continue Reading →
I was more than halfway through my walk this morning when it dawned on me that I hadn’t taken any pictures yet. I’d brought my phone-cam along, as I often do, but I’d forgotten to look around for small, exquisite… Continue Reading →
It’s Sunday afternoon, and I’m at the movies. Jeff and I are watching “Mad Max: Fury Road” and I’m quietly weeping. Covering my eyes occasionally, too, but mostly just weeping. And grateful for the darkness. The images on the screen… Continue Reading →
I just spent a half hour over at Salon.com, which was probably not a smart idea on a Sunday morning, but especially not on Mother’s Day. I had no idea the holiday had so many detractors – even my beloved… Continue Reading →
It’s still springtime, and my adventures in nature immersion continue… There’s this little brown rabbit – I’ve written about him here – who often appears before me on the cypress wetlands trail in the mornings, always in the very same… Continue Reading →
This morning I was out walking and thinking about my friend Bob, who just lost his wife. I met Bob a little over eight years ago, when I joined the choir at First Presbyterian Church. I was just coming off a 20-year… Continue Reading →
Sometimes I think I should change the name of this blog to “Conversations at the Y.” Since I work from home, the local YMCA is where the majority of my non-familial, non-virtual (i.e. actual) human encounters happen. And it’s a… Continue Reading →
This morning I was doing that thing I do – watching the news on the elliptical machine at the Y – and as my heart rate rose, I felt myself getting angrier and angrier. Truthfully, I was already in a… Continue Reading →
Well, they went and did it again. They made us spring forward. Seems like only yesterday we were falling back, doesn’t it? In reality, it was four months ago. We now spend only four months a year on Standard Time…. Continue Reading →
I see dead people. In my bathtub. Did that get your attention? I hope so; I always want your attention. But to be honest, the reality of my situation is not as shocking or creepy as it sounds. But it is a… Continue Reading →