By Scott Graber It is Thursday, and I’m sitting at what Susan and I call our “huddle house.” This is a battered
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By Scott Graber It is Tuesday, gray and grim, and we’re just returned from the Performing Arts Center on Carteret Street where
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By Scott Graber It’s Wednesday, Jan. 22, and I’m sitting at our wood-planked dining table in our linoleum-tiled dining room. It is
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By Scott Graber It is Wednesday, and it is cold. This morning I’m in my linoleum-tiled kitchen looking out on a sun-streaked
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By Scott Graber It is Tuesday, and I’m sitting on my reconditioned deck in Port Royal. This afternoon the weather is cooler
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By Scott Graber Sometimes — you may have sensed this — when I sit down to write I have nothing much to
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