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The annual Beaufort Christmas Parade happened yesterday afternoon, and from my perspective, it was one of the best ever. (Here are the cheerleaders from Lady’s Island Middle School, featuring one Amelia Evans, age 13). Last year, however, I very nearly had – shudder! –… Continue Reading →
I’m not sure when it happened, exactly. Looking back, I can’t pinpoint the specific year things changed… when I transformed from a cheerful holiday enthusiast into one of those folks who often feels cranky and overwhelmed this time of year…. Continue Reading →
I got up early this morning with the sincere intention of penning a Thanksgiving post, but I just wasn’t feeling it. Fortunately, I wrote a column last year about . . . well, not feeling it. It seems to fit the occasion just fine! So,… Continue Reading →
This Halloween, there was a strange role reversal at our house. For the first time in ages, I found myself in need of a costume while my daughter was not. Jeff and I were invited to a costume party, while… Continue Reading →
Lately, I keep being struck by the inadequacy of language . . . the realization that everything I could possibly say has been said before (much better), and that – here’s the real kicker – the most important things can’t… Continue Reading →
Last night I had the pleasure of reading a short essay I wrote for a beautiful new collection called “South” to a room full of Southerners – both natural-born and transplanted. I was asked by the book’s editor/author, Wendy Pollitzer, to write about… Continue Reading →
“I am still every age that I have been. Because I was once a child, I am always a child. Because I was once a searching adolescent, given to moods and ecstasies, these are still part of me, and always… Continue Reading →
Today was one of those Sunday mornings when church really works. For me, this is by no means a given every week. I continue to show up faithfully if I’m able, even when I’m not in the mood, because, well,… 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 →
I wrote about our unmowed back yard over a month ago, and guess what? It still hasn’t been mowed. Oh, my husband has cut the front yard several times since then. (Like Holden’s roomie Stradlater from “Catcher in the Rye,” we’re… Continue Reading →