Recently, I was lying in bed at 3:40 am – never a great time to be awake – thinking about the column I had to write later that day. When you’ve been penning columns for 15 years, like me, you… Continue Reading →
I think I’ve mentioned our cat door, haven’t I? There’s no more certain indicator that spring is sprung than the sudden annual influx of critters – the undomesticated kind – through the small, humble flap that separates our kitchen from… Continue Reading →
In the days immediately following Pat Conroy’s death, I couldn’t write a word. It happened on a Friday night, and by Saturday morning there were already long, comprehensive tributes appearing in publications as nearby as the Beaufort Gazette, as far-flung… Continue Reading →
It’s far from perfect, its politics are not pristine, and it’s very much a product of its time and place. Harper Lee’s new (old) book Go Set A Watchman is a lot like her iconic character Atticus Finch. And I love them… Continue Reading →
In the last issue of Lowcountry Weekly, I dabbled in nostalgia. This issue, I wallowed in it. It’s been that kind of month. 2016 got off to a rotten start, don’t you think? Not only did January finally bring cold weather… Continue Reading →
Disclaimer: I’m trying to wrestle down a complicated theological question without doing any research whatsoever. The following is a collection of unfiltered ruminations straight from the confused noggin of a lay person. No experts were consulted, so a grain of… Continue Reading →
It was a dark and stormy night . . . Actually, it was early evening, and not quite dark yet, and not really stormy, either . . . just blustery and a little drizzly. But it was cold. Marvelously cold…. Continue Reading →
After the horror of Paris, social media did that thing it does. People draped their profile pics in the French flag – a few sweet seconds of solidarity – and then commenced to bickering. For most of us, it was an… Continue Reading →
I’ve been traveling. Last week, my family and I flew from South Carolina to California to visit relatives, attend a family wedding, and have ourselves some fun. For days, we’ve been traipsing around fabulous San Francisco – which feels like… Continue Reading →
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 →
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