New Year Courage, Ready or Not
I have been praying — though there’s not a lot of time for it with all the prayers I’m receiving....
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Posted by Vivian Bikulege | Jan 6, 2021 | Opinion, Uncategorized, Whatever | 0
I have been praying — though there’s not a lot of time for it with all the prayers I’m receiving....
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Cause time is the worst kind of friend Always there till you need it, then gone in the end Oh but...
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On the occasion of the 20th anniversary of our beloved Lowcountry Weekly, I offer this reflection....
Read MorePosted by Vivian Bikulege | May 26, 2020 | Opinion, Whatever | 0
I am on a kind of pilgrim’s journey these days. It started in mid-April, just after Easter, about...
Read MorePosted by Vivian Bikulege | Apr 28, 2020 | Whatever | 0
I believe there are as many types of saints as there are souls to be saved. – Flannery O’Connor. I’ve decided I’m stopping after this — writing pandemic essays — but I can’t promise. I suspect I’ll need to redirect my thoughts to the election in November. That’s a different column, and probably one that will never be written.
Read MorePosted by Vivian Bikulege | Apr 14, 2020 | Whatever | 0
John Prine is dead. I never met John, but I loved him. He wrote and sang Sam Stone, Hello in There, and Angel from Montgomery among many, many other songs. His voice wasn’t sweet, it was real. And lung cancer didn’t take his life, Covid did. When I learned he was in the ICU in Nashville with the virus, I’d check-in online to learn his status. I was awake and writing at 2 a.m. when a newsfeed lit my laptop screen to inform me that the “celebrated singer-songwriter” had passed. Prine died on April 7 when the moon was full, and pink, and super.
Read MorePosted by Vivian Bikulege | Mar 31, 2020 | Whatever | 0
A pandemic isn’t a hurricane. We have water and electricity, internet and roads clear of fallen trees, but there is a sort of strange preparation for the unknown akin to a storm. It’s taken shape in bare store shelves, curtailment of entertainment, and news conferences by a governor and president buoyed by doctors, educators, lawyers, administrators, and in South Carolina, chaplains and signers.
Read MorePosted by Vivian Bikulege | Mar 3, 2020 | Whatever | 0
Do you watch Pat Sajak and Vanna White on Wheel of Fortune? Is it part of your after-dinner routine squished between network news and Jeopardy with Alex Trebek? In a world of social media and streaming services, kids and young adults probably aren’t entrenched in guessing letters and solving puzzles, but I’ve been spinning for a long time.
Read MorePosted by Vivian Bikulege | Dec 17, 2019 | Whatever | 0
Days are long, but years are short. – Whitney Hansen It’s that time of year; a time of endings and beginnings – again. I’ve been considering all sorts of ideas and directions over these holidays to include the actual definition of the word holiday. The Old English derivation means holy day. Along with the understanding of festivity and celebration, holidays can be an exemption from work, freedom to do what we want, and a time of relaxation.
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