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Pickens Progress

Posted on September 15, 2025 by Doug Cumming

My wife and I are living for a time in an Appalachian corner of Pickens County, Ga., watching sunsets over a 2,800-foot-high lake. They talk about “two Georgias.” This is the “other” one — rural, heavily for Trump in the … Continue reading →

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Not the End of Civilization (only a re-start)

Posted on February 18, 2025 by Doug Cumming

The Middle Ages weren’t all bad. There was a beauty in what C.S. Lewis called “The Discarded Image,” the orderly cosmology that connected the heavenly bodies with our own bodies and with Heaven itself (until science displaced these connections with … Continue reading →

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Brief candle, against dark politics

Posted on October 24, 2024 by Doug Cumming

On April 3, 2008, a mother I did not know held her newborn daughter for 27 minutes of life in a Virginia hospital. The newborn, in utero, had developed with a chromosomal disorder called Trisomy 18, or Edwards Syndrome. The … Continue reading →

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Seeing “hot button” issues coolly

Posted on August 5, 2024 by Doug Cumming

Sometimes, it’s hard for people to connect the daily stuff of their own lives with Washington D.C. policies or even state-level politics. Military aid for Ukraine doesn’t seem to hamper our day-to-day struggles, but defending Ukraine against Putin’s Russia also … Continue reading →

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Let’s go, Joe. Please.

Posted on July 12, 2024 by Doug Cumming

On April 16, I voted in Georgia’s Democratic presidential primary for Joe Biden. It was the only choice at that time for beating Donald Trump. That’s what my vote meant then. Now, Biden is no longer my choice. He is … Continue reading →

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Daddy’s history. I follow in his footsteps (with a map)

Posted on May 22, 2024 by Doug Cumming

There’s this memory I have, but it couldn’t have been mine because this is before I was born. It’s 1946, thereabouts. The memory is of a college campus high in the Cumberlands of Tennessee, misty Gothic buildings, professors in loose … Continue reading →

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