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the nature of things

I’ve been writing a lot about nature lately. Have you noticed? It’s an interesting turn of events – to me, anyway – because up until recently, thinking about nature was not really… in my nature. Oh, human nature . …. Continue Reading →

when words don’t cut it

Another morning in the Cypress Wetlands. (I know… I know… Same ol’ shtick. Please bear with me as I work through my latest obsession. I would say “this too shall pass,” but I’m not so sure about that.) I’m rounding… Continue Reading →

The human animal

Warning: This one might get a little religion-y. Any of you who regularly grace this blog with your eyeballs know that I often walk in the Cypress Wetlands after my morning workout at the Y. Today I could hardly wait… Continue Reading →

a chance encounter at the pig

This morning at the Y, I made my usual mistake of watching the news from the elliptical machine before fleeing in horror to the Cypress Wetlands Trail outside. Not even the sublime beauty of the trail – which usually heals… Continue Reading →

the whining writer

Sometimes I think I’ll never write another word. What’s the point? I mean, really? There are so many writers. There are so many voices striving to be heard – wonderful, resonant voices that deserve to be heard . . …. Continue Reading →

on losing our cool

My family and I spent part of last week with a busted air conditioner. (Being hot and sweaty makes me want to use words like “busted.”) You really don’t want to be sans ACKamagra buy cheap tadalafil jelly is milder, its… Continue Reading →

on knowing better…

While I was out walking in yesterday’s balmy August air, my mind wandered to a recent conversation with a friend at a bar. “We really love our son’s new girlfriend,” he told me. “She’s a great person. Really aware… really conscious…”… Continue Reading →

Wren Wisdom

Y’all know I’m currently obsessed with birds, right? Well, things just got a little more fascinating. (To me, anyway.) In response to my “For The Birds” piece in the current issue of Lowcountry Weekly, a nice reader wrote to tell me it’s probably the Carolina… Continue Reading →

portrait of a keyboard

Last summer, Jeff and I were honored to be part of the Beaufort Portrait Project, a work-still-in-progress by our friend Gary Geboy, one of the South’s (Country’s? World’s?) finest fine art photographers. Gary asked his friends to come over to his… Continue Reading →

Blogger’s Remorse

Conversation at the Old Bull Tavern last night…   Guy Friend #1: Hey, it’s good to see you! But if I have to see one more link to memargaret.com on Facebook… (Laughs)   Me: I know. Please feel free to… Continue Reading →

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