Author me margaret
This is my niece Sadie. She’s almost 4 years old. This morning, Sadie arrived at school to find she was the only kid in class who’d participated in Dr. Seuss Dress-up Day. Oh, the humanity. She burst into tears, wouldn’t go… Continue Reading →
I’m sitting at my desk on the last morning in February, very early. It’s Saturday, and my family’s still asleep. It’s been a cold winter in Beaufort, SC, and according to my weather widget, it will be cold again today…. Continue Reading →
Last week, when Pat Conroy stood up to present an award to Andie MacDowell at the 9th Annual Beaufort International Film Festival, he said, “As the first thing you’re seeing after watching a video montage of Andie MacDowell’s career, I… Continue Reading →
Yep. That’s me, Margaret, with movie star Andie MacDowell. She’s been in town for the Beaufort International Film Festival, and I met her two nights ago at a private reception (media perk!), where I mustered up the courage and humility to have my… Continue Reading →
Writing has been slow and difficult for me lately – like pouring thick, dried-up molasses from a three-year-old bottle you find in the back of the pantry. It takes forever to squeeze anything out, and when you finally do, it’s too… Continue Reading →
A few years ago, I wrote this piece about New Year’s Resolutions. Having just reread it, I realize it may rub some of you wrong. It’s not inspiring in that “make this the best year ever!” kind of way. But it’s honest. (Sometimes honesty… Continue Reading →
I greet you, reader, from an upstairs bedroom at my parents’ house in Alabama. It’s the day after Christmas, the TV is droning, and downstairs a dog barks as my nieces, ages 3 and 5, belt out another round of… Continue Reading →
The annual Beaufort Christmas Parade happened yesterday afternoon, and from my perspective, it was one of the best ever. (Here are the cheerleaders from Lady’s Island Middle School, featuring one Amelia Evans, age 13). Last year, however, I very nearly had – shudder! –… Continue Reading →
I’m not sure when it happened, exactly. Looking back, I can’t pinpoint the specific year things changed… when I transformed from a cheerful holiday enthusiast into one of those folks who often feels cranky and overwhelmed this time of year…. Continue Reading →
I got up early this morning with the sincere intention of penning a Thanksgiving post, but I just wasn’t feeling it. Fortunately, I wrote a column last year about . . . well, not feeling it. It seems to fit the occasion just fine! So,… Continue Reading →