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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 →

deconstructing pat conroy

I first heard the name ‘Pat Conroy’ as a young graduate student at the University of Alabama. It was the late 80s, I was fresh out of Sewanee – a kind of English major’s paradise – and Deconstruction was suddenly… Continue Reading →

margaret, are you grieving?

The other night I found myself racing from Lady’s Island across the Woods Memorial Bridge to Pigeon Point Landing, chasing a sunset. I had just dropped off my daughter at the Beaufort High football game, and was on my way… Continue Reading →

new high school mom does happy dance

As Week Two of my career as a High School Mom comes to a close, all I can say is “so far, so good.” Or, as Bill Clinton might put it, I am cautiously optimistic. That’s a fairly glowing report… Continue Reading →

just an interlude

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 →

of trees and forests and the idol politics

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 →

sensitive

It’s Sunday afternoon, and I’m at the movies. Jeff and I are watching “Mad Max: Fury Road” and I’m quietly weeping. Covering my eyes occasionally, too, but mostly just weeping. And grateful for the darkness. The images on the screen… Continue Reading →

on order, chaos & small, exquisite life forms

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 →

how can i keep from singing?

This morning I was out walking and thinking about my friend Bob, who just lost his wife. I met Bob a little over eight years ago, when I joined the choir at First Presbyterian Church. I was just coming off a 20-year… Continue Reading →

after easter

Sometimes I think I should change the name of this blog to “Conversations at the Y.” Since I work from home, the local YMCA is where the majority of my non-familial, non-virtual (i.e. actual) human encounters happen. And it’s a… Continue Reading →

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