Category Media
I was more than halfway through my walk this morning when it dawned on me that I hadn’t taken any pictures yet. I’d brought my phone-cam along, as I often do, but I’d forgotten to look around for small, exquisite… Continue Reading →
I just spent a half hour over at Salon.com, which was probably not a smart idea on a Sunday morning, but especially not on Mother’s Day. I had no idea the holiday had so many detractors – even my beloved… Continue Reading →
It’s still springtime, and my adventures in nature immersion continue… There’s this little brown rabbit – I’ve written about him here – who often appears before me on the cypress wetlands trail in the mornings, always in the very same… Continue Reading →
This morning I was doing that thing I do – watching the news on the elliptical machine at the Y – and as my heart rate rose, I felt myself getting angrier and angrier. Truthfully, I was already in a… Continue Reading →
Well, they went and did it again. They made us spring forward. Seems like only yesterday we were falling back, doesn’t it? In reality, it was four months ago. We now spend only four months a year on Standard Time…. Continue Reading →
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 →
Yep. That’s me, Margaret, with movie star Andie MacDowell. She’s been in town for the Beaufort International Film Festival, and I met her two nights ago at a private reception (media perk!), where I mustered up the courage and humility to have my… Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →