It's Me, Margaret.

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a true thing in the world

It was a dark and stormy night . . . Actually, it was early evening, and not quite dark yet, and not really stormy, either . . . just blustery and a little drizzly. But it was cold. Marvelously cold…. 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 →

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 →

prodigal daughter

When I made the impulsive decision to go back to church after two decades in the heathen wilderness, I bypassed the pews and headed straight for the choir loft. It was music, not religion, that brought me to First Presbyterian… 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 →

mother’s day and jenga

I just spent a half hour over at Salon.com, which was probably not a smart idea on a Sunday morning, but especially not on Mother’s Day. I had no idea the holiday had so many detractors – even my beloved… Continue Reading →

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