“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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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