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BY: Renae Brabham
During her summer visit, my oldest granddaughter (a senior this year) told me that she didn't know what she wanted to be or do with her life. I answered "I don't either, isn't it exciting?" As...
BY: Renae Brabham
I like graveyards. It's not like a morbid fascination, I just enjoy the stories they tell. Bravery, loss, love, hate, unity, respect, reverence, and yes — sometimes a chuckle. It is even more...
BY: Renae Brabham
It was a cool and cloudy day with sporadic downpours and warnings of spotted flooding in our beloved Charleston. I voiced timid disappointment throughout the day that I might not be attending the...
BY: Renae Brabham
  All the channels have been recounting the terrible last hours and days of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy’s assassination 50 years ago. I asked Don if he remembered where he was when JFK...
BY: Renae Brabham
  There are always issues with moving aren't there? I filled myself with coffee, encouragement, and positive attitudes in the mornings, but between the torrential rain pours and 40-minute...
BY: Renae Brabham
I always feel a pang of sympathy for the people (mostly women, questionably) lined up on the bench outside Gerald's Tires. I think, what a terrible way to spend your day.    Oh,...
BY: Renae Brabham
Not many people are brave enough to endure fishing trips with me, my husband Don included. Oh, he's fine as long as we have plenty of space. Over the years, I've snagged on darn near everything...
BY: Renae Brabham
Tweet, synopsis, brief bio, snippet... the words terrify me. Try as I may to keep up with the pace of technology, I just can't reduce my conversations down to the attention span of a society who...
BY: Renae Brabham
The traffic light at Longpoint Road on Highway 17 catches me almost every time I travel through Mount Pleasant. There's only so much you can do at a stoplight, so with the snippet of downtime, I...
BY: Renae Brabham
There were a lot of serious life issues going on over the past two weeks. I felt I needed to write... needed to vent. Yet, I was scared to sit at a keyboard, afraid of what would bleed out through...
BY: Renae Brabham
God-smacked, karma, entertaining the angels, dancing with the devil, Murphy’s law. Call it what you will, I call it typical.   One sleepy morning a few weeks back, Don and I were sitting on the...
BY: Renae Brabham
BLOG OF THE WEEK: This is one blogger who knows how to sniff a silver lining out of any old summer storm cloud. She found this story in the aisles of a rural supermarket, and carted that lesson out...
BY: Renae Brabham
A friend of mine recently coined the phrase Wisteria Hysteria. I loved it. We have a love/hate relationship with these southern vines, don’t we? On one hand, wisteria is one of the first markers of...


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