Category Culture
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’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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →