Category Culture
There’s a landscaper in town whom I’ve known for over a decade, but mainly through wonderful conversations we’ve shared at gallery openings, theater intermissions, and our neighborhood pub. He is tall and handsome with a rustic elegance, his long curly… Continue Reading →
While I was out walking in yesterday’s balmy August air, my mind wandered to a recent conversation with a friend at a bar. “We really love our son’s new girlfriend,” he told me. “She’s a great person. Really aware… really conscious…”… Continue Reading →
Y’all know I’m currently obsessed with birds, right? Well, things just got a little more fascinating. (To me, anyway.) In response to my “For The Birds” piece in the current issue of Lowcountry Weekly, a nice reader wrote to tell me it’s probably the Carolina… Continue Reading →
Dearly beloved, this has not been a good week. After a long life of service, and following a lingering illness, our AC motor passed away yesterday. And it’s August. In coastal South Carolina. The motor’s been on life support for a while… Continue Reading →
I got involved in a private Facebook group last week called “The Shinn Family: From England to New Jersey and Beyond.” If you did not grow up with the last name “Shinn” or marry someone who did (or have parents who… Continue Reading →
We are lazy people at our house. I mean seriously lazy. We usually get all the crucial stuff done – meet our work deadlines, get our child to school, pay the bills, etc. – but the little things tend to… Continue Reading →
I had a little existential crisis yesterday. (Okay, that sounds overdramatic. Let’s just call it a “moment of angst.”) I stumbled upon an article at Patheos written by a Presbyterian minister (that’s my denomination) who doesn’t believe in God anymore…… Continue Reading →
Anybody who knows me, or has been reading me for a while, knows that I’ve long been tortured by the political division in this country. I think I feel it more deeply than some, because it reflects and exacerbates the division in… Continue Reading →
That’s right. This is my choir director. My church choir director. And no, I didn’t say “praise band” or “worship team.” I said “choir.” We wear robes and everything. I met Vic Varner about 7 and ½ years ago, when… Continue Reading →
On the eve of another Beaufort Water Festival parade, I found a column I wrote four years ago about my life as a double-agent/dual citizen here in the Divided States of America. It seems dated only by the fact that Keith Olbermann has… Continue Reading →