Seemingly Sane 2U

The heat plus this summer's steamy releases might well leave you sweating it, but why not grab a glass of iced tea and cool off with some Southern euphemisms and a real-life romance novel blunder

You can't teach an old dog new tricks? Not true, as proven by my dog, Snowy. It seems you just have to have the right teacher (in this story, said teacher is a box turtle)

Here's the real lesson in human nature from the local saga: when we witness our mortality (even through another's) and do what's right in the moment, that's when we really begin to live

The story of the little old lady who stopped into my cafe demanding answers—on coffee, road signs, vodka, and God, among other things

My granddaughters' fast-food, fast-pace habits face down a little home cooking and slow drives through the country

Where have all the REAL foods gone? I prefer my chicken to have the svelte legs and thighs of a bridge runner, and I'll take my produce just as God intended it

Let’s slow our roll a bit and sail into the weekend. The Grit team thinks Renae’s lyrical post—sprinkled with lovely images like “the peekaboo line of fire”—is sure to do the trick

Some things God is a stickler about and sunrise is one of them—a literary snapshot of our shore at first light

A little diddy to start the week

Bees that send me to cursing at church cookouts, horror stories starring our pet hamsters, and those darn green lizards—my unfortunate run-ins with the animal kingdom

Veins of ink, soul bared, Portals open everywhere.... a Friday afternoon poem

Mindless mantras beat out fridge magnet philosophies when life doesn't make sense...

Last week's "Supermoon" lit up a world of questions I'm not even sure I want answered. After all, perception is (thankfully!) hardly reality...

A pretty honest reaction to the news of my father's passing, and the realization that "nothing" can be an emotion, too....

A "go to heck" fishing hat, crab pot, and Pitt Bridge doesn't sound like the makings for a promising love story does it? Like I say, sometimes, all you have to do around here is show up

Charleston's courtyards, homes, and storefronts are graced with the heady finery of vinery, that mess of tamed madness. The real credit for its rambling perfection is in the hands of the pruner

Okay, I admit I struggled with this story for a bit. I had a hot flash, left to go get some snacks, forgot what I was doing, remembered what I was doing, and came back....

Not a touchy-feely person? Some might call you a "cold fish?" Without some good old-fashioned human contact, you may be missing out on an all-important link to the world around you

I had the pleasure of publishing a column on John Brannen recently. John is shooting the film right now for his movie Midnight Rain, which I also hope to cover, minus mosquitoes and alligators

The 150th anniversary of the first shots of the Civil War, now history itself. A quieter remembrance of that infamous day rings in with the 151st anniversary on April 12, 2012

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