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…We all suffer from what Samuel Johnson called the ‘hunger of the imagination,’ the insatiable craving to fill the moment with more than what is in it now, as well as the constant desire to seek ...

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A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world. Leo Buscaglia Who doesn’t love roses? They are one of Nature’s most sublime gifts. What would Valentine’s Day be without roses? Ma...

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..Feeling lonely doesn’t always mean that you are physically alone or feeling socially isolated. It may be that you’re feeling mentally or emotionally lonely — like no one truly understands what ...

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Autumn here in the Lowcountry of South Carolina is not as flashy and brilliantly colorful as in our upstate and mountain regions 200 miles from here, but each mid to late November, and continui...

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Thanks to Josh, the PB manager, for this nice survey. He calls it a “distraction” survey, but as anyone who has taken the time to carefully answer a survey here at PB, they are anything but “dis...

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I’ve been having a playful feud with my sister, who’s six years younger than me, about what it really means to get old, not older. She insists that I should not talk about being “old,” because ...

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Tonight as I watched President-elect Joe Biden and Vice President-elect Kamala Harris give their acceptance speeches, I heard voices of decency and humanity, strength and humility. What a change...

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There is some cause for joy in this terrible pandemic and election season, and I can always count on my favorite gardens and parks to provide that. Right on schedule during the past several wee...

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I just texted a friend who lives in a more civilized part of the country — Seattle — as compared to this backward, racist state where I live — South Carolina— home of Republican Sen. Lindsay Gra...

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Back in my youth, I naturally was not as savvy in my musical and comedy tastes, but I did trust my instincts. There’s nonsense as in “Alice and Wonderland” and then there’s nonsense as in sheer n...

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A rather humorous and fun observation not long ago, something you very rarely ever see or hear in this day and age of blaring and offensive hip hop music and synthetic sounding rock and pop. Sor...

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Autumn looked at the shadow of a still-summer oak tree and said, “It’s time.”

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This is another story from the memory vault of my past, which I am continually opening in these pandemic days when I seem to have much more than the normal amount of time for self-reflection. M...

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The kiss of the sun for pardon, The song of the birds for mirth,– One is nearer God’s heart in a garden Than anywhere else on earth. Dorothy Frances Gurney If we could see the miracle of a sing...

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Agent Orange has now spread a toxic cloud that has seeped into every crevice of the country. His followers have been gassed up close. The rats will soon be jumping overboard. Stephen Miller an...

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…When caregivers continually devote most of their time, energy, to a person with dementia, it’s easy to lose perspective. Because thy are so intently focused on the needs of their lives one, car...

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I’m sad tonight to learn that we have lost a beautiful soul in the world of music. Johnny Nash passed away at the age of 80. His legendary song of hope, “I can See Clearly Now,” is my favorite...

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Photography is fascinating to me because it’s both descriptive and symbolic at the same time. Descriptive because it shows you something that looks like the world and symbolic because the best ph...

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Over they years on my walks, whether it’s along the streets of my neighborhood or in parks, gardens and nature preserves, I often look to the side on sunny late afternoons and see my shadow walk...

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When the pandemic came abruptly into our lives this past February, It was not a very difficult process for me to self quarantine. I was used to living alone, and although I hadn’t been living in...

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It’s nearly the end of September and I can’t let this strange month in the year of the pandemic slip by without recalling two of my favorite songs, each bringing back so many memories from long a...

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Remember the infamous Y2K bug which would cause all the world’s clocks and calendars to get messed up? Computers would go haywire and there would be chaos unleashed on the planet. I grimly wait...

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It’s been 15 years since I wrote a poem, and that’s way too long. Every bit of poetry I wrote, I posted at Open Diary those many years ago. Some of you who read my diary at OD from the beginni...

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I recently had an opportunity to think hard about why I write. Simply answered, it’s because I always have liked to write, and for years I wrote for a living when I was a newspaper reporter and...

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It finally turned mercifully cooler the past couple of days. A huge relief from days of heat index readings of 105-111. Fortunately, for the past 25 years I’ve lived in one of America’s most b...

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