All these years later, I’m still a dreamer. I believe our dreams are who we really are. Every one of us is a little bit rock star, a little bit astronaut, and a little bit Stanley Cup winner.
[This appeared in the July 8, 2004 edition of the Charleston Mercury.]
These boots were made for walking
I was almost a ‘60s sensation.
In the summer of ’66, I decided to form an all-girl rock band, a cutting edge idea at the time, especially for a girl of 10. I figured a generation that welcomed the Beatles, the Animals and the Rolling Stones would also be receptive to a group of pre-pubescent, relatively talent-less rockers of another sort. I was clearly ahead of my time. Continue reading “Howling dogs make for sweet summer dreams”
Mike quickly discovered the door was open and the church was welcoming, so he found himself inside, marveling at the church’s sophisticated architectural and pondering the original intent of those who built it in Abbeville on the eve of the American Civil War.
Saving Trinity is the fourth in a series by Patra Taylor about Preservation South Carolina’s efforts to save the state’s rural Sacred Spaces. This article appeared in the June 2019 issue of the Charleston Mercury.
Excerpt from article: Each time Bedenbaugh turns the lock in the door, he bears the responsibility of representing the passions and integrity of the board of directors of Preservation South Carolina for which he serves as executive director. More importantly, he has made promises to the church’s congregants, to the community, to the Episcopal diocese. Saving this church edifice for future generations is personal. To Mike, they’re all personal. Continue reading “Saving Trinity”
Just avoid talk of religion, politics or money with our friends and family at our Fourth of July gathering, and all will be well? Not anymore. It seems there is little we can talk about with each other that won’t result in at least a war of words, and at most, a brawl.
[Op ed columnists have long been among the most admired writers to Patra Taylor. In January 2019, she decided to jump into the churning waters of opinion writing with her own iteration she calls RAWW, Rants of an Angry White Woman…quite a transformation from the humor she specialized in for a decade and a half.]
One nation under God…not anymore
The Divided States of America appeared in the June 2019 issue of the Charleston Mercury. Continue reading “The Divided States of America”
I knew only because I live with a know-it-all brainbox who believes it’s his solemn responsibility to educate those of us who are “less fortunate” in the IQ department.
Here’s more senior humor from one of the Charleston Mercury columnists, Patra Taylor.
Let Sleeping Bigfoot Lovers (and dogs) Lie
“Huh?” I opened one eye just enough to see my husband’s silhouette in the doorway, the harsh light from the hallway making that eye hurt.
“Are you asleep already?”
“What was your first clue, genius?” I didn’t actually say that out loud because I was incapable of speech at the moment. But the fact is, my husband is one of those genius types…a real egghead leaning hard into eccentricity. Like most geniuses, my beloved husband is just one silk-lined smoking jacket away from full-blown weirdness. Continue reading “Sasquatch, Ceaușescu and summer”
I wondered silently if I’d remembered to take my Metamucil that morning, and if McDonald’s would do for our graduation dinner.
[As our son, Benn, was graduating kindergarten, my husband and I had no idea that one day he would be an enthusiastic agricultural student at Clemson University, racking up 4.0 averages during his first four semesters. And where did he get his love of farming? (Don’t look at me.) From Arnold Ziffel, of course.]
Green Acres is the Place to Be
As the dog days of summer overtake me, I like to reflect on the pleasant, yet unusual way my summer began – at a kindergarten graduation. Participating in the pomp and circumstance of five- and six-year-olds engaged in their last hurray of innocence is an activity enjoyed mainly by young, enthusiastic parents, and wise, seasoned grandparents. Continue reading “A game of Beat the Clock and a kiss goodnight”
Inspired by her dogs, and by the sunlit beaches, rocky coastline and the shady woods of Martha’s Vineyard and New England, she began photographing her “best friends” against this stunning natural backdrop.
The art of Debra Marlin
Leafing through the brittle, yellowed pages of Debra Marlin’s childhood photo album speaks as much to her future as it does her past. On page after page, Debra is seen posing, smiling brightly for the camera, with at least one of her father’s prized German shepherds at her side. Spotting a picture of Debra alone is rare. Continue reading “Capturing the essence”
A picturesque seaside village steeped in history and its own unusual brand of culture, Folly Beach is affectionately referred to as “The Edge of America.”
[One of Charleston’s popular feature writers, Patra Taylor describes life along the South Carolina coastline.]
Welcome to Folly Beach
Located just eight miles south of historic downtown Charleston, Folly Beach, South Carolina begins at the end of Highway 171 on Folly Island. A picturesque seaside village steeped in history and its own unusual brand of culture, this six-mile long barrier island, bordered by the Folly River and Atlantic Ocean, is affectionately referred to as “The Edge of America.” Continue reading “Nostalgia pervades Folly Beach”