March 27, 2020

I have just learned something life-changing.

As in a MIND BLOWN type of way. Almost as close, but not as significant, as the day you figure out there’s a tiny fuel symbol that lights up on the dashboard of your car to tell you which side of the tank you need to pull up...

July 12, 2019

I watched something a few weeks ago that strangely ended up being a lifesaver during a bittersweet summer. I want to pass it along now as a flotation device, of sorts, in case anyone else needs it to keep their head above water while drowning in copious amounts of tear...

June 3, 2019

Everywhere you look these days, it seems something needs fixing. And this something not only needs to be fixed but also must be flipped, fluffed, inflated, puffed up, “pinterested”, and embellished.

It’s as if nothing really is good enough… as is.

Now, I am not talking a...

June 3, 2019

In the name of the well-deserved and rightfully retired Captain Stubing, say it isn’t so.

It appears it could be time to whip out your 50 lb boom box, unpack your rolled-up posters of the “Brat Pack” and peel on those shin tight, acid-washed jeans. Another dreaded 80’s...

June 3, 2019

“Pick me, pick me,” a tender voice pleaded from the middle of an aisle at the back of a toy store. There were hundreds of stuffed animals spilling over wire racks in every size, every shape, every color. And beneath what appeared to be a rainbow waterfall of wonder, th...

June 3, 2019

Middle School: A Play

(Six Acts, both comedic and tragic)


MOM, one flip-flopped foot in front of the other, over-tired, sleep deprived, had it up to here 40 something  

MIDDLE SCHOOL GIRL, 14 something, know-it-all, moody with a chance of rain (uncontrollab...

June 3, 2019

When I first started my column for Lowcountry Weekly three and a half years ago, I was tasked with the assignment of coming up with a title. Trust me, this is not as easy as it sounds.

For one thing, the name should be authentic to the writer, not one note, or tren...

June 3, 2019

I am here to tell you I survived, but just barely, one of America's most treasured innovations: the good old-fashioned yard sale.

Some folks may argue that a yard (or attic or garage) sale is simply a way to dump unwanted crap for chump change and call it a day.

True, bu...

June 3, 2019

I hit my head on the rear tailgate door. Hard. I saw stars and a Carl's burger. Not sure what that meant but I managed to keep consciousness.

Next, my grocery bag, slightly wet with who knows what, ripped, the contents spilled all over the floor and then rolled under th...

June 3, 2019

Polaroid Reckoning

A flat tire

a broken-down sink

crashing glass

screaming sirens

racing flames

frame trailing


of heat and dark colors

of what


have been.

Blowing smudges tinged in promise,

pomp and circumstance long gone.

A blink, an eye, filled with mere seconds

that ble...

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