Let It All Hang Out At The Library

When I was in junior high school, I joined the debate team. I still don't know why. I was awkward. I didn't know how to speak up for myself at thirteen, especially when it meant arguing a point.

What I remember about being dropped off at the library for hours and hours of research was the team's collective interest in two people. A couple. Who were dating. We followed them all over the hidden corners of the library, trying to catch them in various states of making out. Rather than report findings on our next great point for argument, we whispered about whether they kissed with tongue and whether we could see their hands and what they must be doing RIGHT NOW.

Join Me At Charleston County Library June 24 at 6pm

Join me in the Charleston County Public Library's Main Auditorium on Tuesday, June 24, 2014 at 6pm. I'll give a short talk about my epic walk of the Natchez Trace.

And Dad will be there.

What It’s Like To Be A Lizard Lady

Need a reason to keep fostering connections through your own blogging home? Every time I get frustrated with the latest round of online 'improvements,' I remember Big Al and the Lizard of the Loo.

Ain’t Too Proud to Beg

I'm always happy for an excuse to visit Beaufort, South Carolina. The town that was too pretty to burn during the War of Northern Aggression, I mean, the United States Civil War. (Well, because a bunch of Northerners owned the sprawling mansions by the time the Union Army got there.)
I'm glad. Whatever it took to save this treasure, an hour's drive south of Charleston and an hour and a half from Savannah, GA: Maybe those dang Confederates weren't too proud to beg.

A Change Would Do You Good

People don't like change. I'm a people. Therefore, I don't care for change, either.

But change I must.