Category Faith

on gods & goddesses & the fame game

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 →

on ruts, lent, & choral therapy

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 →

when christmas goes awry

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 →

humbug happens

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 →

a thanksgiving essay, sort of

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 →

ode without words

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 →

when church works

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 →

one more remembrance

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 →

when words don’t cut it

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 →

revelation

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 →

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