The more I look at shells, snakes, and sand grains, the more I see how Mother Nature can take a theme and really run with it. I mean, have you noticed how common spirals are? Or how the top of a whelk shell resembles Romanesco broccoli?
Monica GraffAfter two decades of copyediting for scholarly publishers, I decided to put down my red pen and pick up a black one. Right now I'm working on a memoir about the time I lived in a yurt in the off-the-grid wilderness of Montana, just outside Glacier National Park. When I'm not in Montana, I'm on Dewees Island, SC, or wandering around the planet with my husband, always wondering what to make of this amazing gift of life.
It’s been hard to sleep lately. Not for the oh-so-obvious C-19 reasons, but because of the moon. The sky’s big […]
The Way of Wonder
What I don’t know these days is a lot. Actually, I’ve never known all that much, but when I was […]
A Tale of Two Totems
Two Wednesdays ago (or should I say lifetimes?), I met the Ladies of the Round Table for coffee at the […]
Well, readers, I had a fun little mystery to share with you this week, but then something happened.
Even with Covid-19 seeping across the planet, the sun still rises here on Dewees. And let me tell you, that […]
Fantasy Island, Part 2
Within minutes Judy responded to our request. Yes, she could show us the island, and, yes, she’d meet us at […]
Fantasy Island, Part 1
If we hear back by morning, do you want to go?” asked my husband, Chris. He was sitting in the […]