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for susan, with love

For the past year or so, every conversation I had with my friend Susan Shaffer started something like this: “Hey, Margaret… when are you coming paddle boarding with me?” “Soon, I hope. I really want to, but…” This is my… Continue Reading →

what i got out of ‘get out’

I recently did something completely decadent and absolutely satisfying. I took myself to the movies at 11:45 on a Wednesday morning. That’s right – smack in the middle of the work day and the work week, I snuck off to the Plaza Stadium Theatre… Continue Reading →

on not marching

Yesterday, I ran into a friend at the MLK Day parade – somebody I’ve known and admired for a long time. She stepped out of the parade to give me a hug and a mint-green rubber bracelet that reads “Choosing Love,… Continue Reading →

our national infection

Before sunup last Thursday morning, I dragged my creaky self, in my creaky station wagon, over to the Lowe’s parking lot to fetch my daughter. She’d been bussed back to Beaufort overnight with 80 local teenagers who’d just spent the… Continue Reading →

A Word About Language

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 →

that’s so conroy

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 →

miracles, signs & wonders

Miracles, signs and wonders abound, y’all. About a year ago, my friend Gam Foster asked me to give a talk about writing to a group of school teachers . . . many of whom teach writing to kids. I know… Continue Reading →

jean louise’s story

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 →

on dead rock stars, american politics, and other sad things

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 →

of serpents & doves

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 →

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