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This is the time of winter I look forward to here along the coast of South Carolina. Winters are generally very mild with the coldest weather occurring from late December to about the middle of...


January 20, 2021

A new dawn in Daydreaming on the Porch

After it became official that we had finally turned the corner in this country to a new era of hope after the terrible black cloud of the past four years had finally been blown away, I feel such ...


Levity, levity — Oswego’s almost 70. In just a few short weeks, the date on the calendar I’ve been thinking about a lot the past couple of years will roll around. My 70th birthday will arrive, ...


In light of the events of January 6 and the four nightmarish, dystopian years which preceded and directly led up to that horrific and shameful day in our history, I have read and re-read these tw...


One thing I’ve learned during the pandemic about my passion for photography: I may be self-quarantining and I may not be able to travel or take day trips like I used to, but more than ever I’ve d...


But indeed, it is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of the air, that emanation from the old trees, that so won...


This January 28 will mark one year since my mother passed away. I lived with her for ten years, taking care of all her needs until the end with the assistance of Hospice and five part-time careg...


For just as the harshest winter always gives way to the warm blush of spring, the season of our suffering will give way to a brighter tomorrow, where change becomes a catalyst for new growth and ...


There is a certain ten-year period in my life — 1984-1994 — that I will never forget, for so many reasons. I’ve written about that decade before and referred to it as a time of “wandering in th...


I remember 20 years ago when I started writing my first online journal and people began reading it and emailing me. I was so thrilled because it had been years since my newspaper column writing...


It’s been a tragically awful year with the pandemic, economic catastrophe, and criminals in the White House. Who would ever imagine our “democracy” would take this kind of deep dive toward obliv...


This entry has me time traveling back 60 years to the impossibly distant year 1960. Surprisingly, I have a lot of memories from that time in childhood when I was 9 years old. Part of the reason ...


I cannot even imagine living in a house without a front porch, the bigger the better. And it should have at least a couple of rockers, a swing, ceiling fan and maybe some bright red flower boxes...


Of all the entries I wrote at Open Diary, the one I am re-posting below is the one I remember most. For some strange reason. It’s not my best entry. It’s not the most profound, but the whole expe...


This past Sunday, I had a perfectly delightful walk at the state park It was a cool, early December afternoon, and the conditions were perfect for walking. I had my camera ready to take pictu...


The year 1984 was another of those pivotal years in my younger life when I was trying to come to grips with the end of one career and way of life, and the hopeful beginning of a new life in just ...


I’ve started re-reading entries in a paper journal from a very special time in my life, 1979-1983. I was teaching for the first time and living in Columbia, South Carolina, having recovered onl...


…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 ...


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...


..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 ...


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...


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...


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 ...


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...


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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