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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 →
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 →
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 →
This is my niece Sadie. She’s almost 4 years old. This morning, Sadie arrived at school to find she was the only kid in class who’d participated in Dr. Seuss Dress-up Day. Oh, the humanity. She burst into tears, wouldn’t go… Continue Reading →
I’m sitting at my desk on the last morning in February, very early. It’s Saturday, and my family’s still asleep. It’s been a cold winter in Beaufort, SC, and according to my weather widget, it will be cold again today…. 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 →
Writing has been slow and difficult for me lately – like pouring thick, dried-up molasses from a three-year-old bottle you find in the back of the pantry. It takes forever to squeeze anything out, and when you finally do, it’s too… Continue Reading →
A few years ago, I wrote this piece about New Year’s Resolutions. Having just reread it, I realize it may rub some of you wrong. It’s not inspiring in that “make this the best year ever!” kind of way. But it’s honest. (Sometimes honesty… Continue Reading →