Author me margaret
I almost didn’t write this piece. In doing so, I willfully open myself up to the harsh disapproval and flat-out wrath of many whom I respect and admire. That knowledge gives me no pleasure and, in fact, makes me shudder. But… Continue Reading →
This Halloween, there was a strange role reversal at our house. For the first time in ages, I found myself in need of a costume while my daughter was not. Jeff and I were invited to a costume party, while… Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
“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 →
Today was one of those Sunday mornings when church really works. For me, this is by no means a given every week. I continue to show up faithfully if I’m able, even when I’m not in the mood, because, well,… Continue Reading →
I wrote this 9/11 Reflection for Lowcountry Weekly in 2011, on the 10th anniversary of that terrible day. I think it holds up pretty well, considering . . . but my daughter would want me to point out that she is now… Continue Reading →
I wrote about our unmowed back yard over a month ago, and guess what? It still hasn’t been mowed. Oh, my husband has cut the front yard several times since then. (Like Holden’s roomie Stradlater from “Catcher in the Rye,” we’re… Continue Reading →
I’ve been writing a lot about nature lately. Have you noticed? It’s an interesting turn of events – to me, anyway – because up until recently, thinking about nature was not really… in my nature. Oh, human nature . …. Continue Reading →
Another morning in the Cypress Wetlands. (I know… I know… Same ol’ shtick. Please bear with me as I work through my latest obsession. I would say “this too shall pass,” but I’m not so sure about that.) I’m rounding… Continue Reading →