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Marti Healy

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Marti Healy is a writer living in Aiken with dog Quincy and cat Tuppence.  She was a professional copywriter for longer than 35 years, and is a columnist, book author, and popular speaker, whose work has received national recognition and awards.

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The Story of...Looking Back...Living Forward | Aiken Bella Magazine

The Story of…Looking Back…Living Forward

I remember dog Sophie was full-grown but still quite young at the time. Sophie was of mixed heritage, carrying the genes of some sort of shepherding breed, which created and crafted her reality primarily through the perception of sight. She navigated the world with her eyes – bush to bush, brick by brick, trees to rocks to houses, between fence lines and lampposts. When Sophie was very young, and experiencing each new season for the first time, she used to bark and coax me from my desk to follow her outside for something startlingly new, of which she felt I should be made aware – often simply a new blossom

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Marti Healy and Sophie

The Mindful Dog

The Story of … The mindful dog. by Marti Healy   Quincy the dog takes walks.  I go along with him, but only as equipment manager.  I handle the baggage.  I act as lookout – for cars and other dogs and horses in training, for cats on the loose and high school runners on the loose, for snakes on the path and riders on bikes, and all the what-have-yous that are likely to crop up on such excursions. Quincy himself chooses the route for these walks – through the various back streets of the neighborhood or the horse district or the Carolina Bay.  He wears a harness, but it’s mostly

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The Story of ...You Shall Know Me By My Earrings | Aiken Bella Magazine

The Story of …You Shall Know Me By My Earrings

I wore my mother’s earrings to a party not long ago. They are clip-on earrings – heavy with twisted gold chain, fabricated pearls, and memories. Halfway through the evening, I found myself slipping these pieces of vintage jewelry off for a moment and rubbing my earlobes. They always pinch and keep me terribly aware of their presence. And I suspect that this was not unlike much of being a woman in the 1950s, when these earrings were made and first worn. A time when women were terribly aware of their womanhood and its attendant discomforts – from fashions to societal expectations and restraints. I wondered if the weight of it

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The Story of...Looking Back...Living Forward | Aiken Bella Magazine

The Story of…Looking Back…Living Forward

I remember dog Sophie was full-grown but still quite young at the time. Sophie was of mixed heritage, carrying the genes of some sort of shepherding breed, which created and crafted her reality primarily through the perception of sight. She navigated the world with her eyes – bush to bush, brick by brick, trees to rocks to houses, between fence lines and lampposts. When Sophie was very young, and experiencing each new season for the first time, she used to bark and coax me from my desk to follow her outside for something startlingly new, of which she felt I should be made aware – often simply a new blossom

Read More »
Marti Healy and Sophie

The Mindful Dog

The Story of … The mindful dog. by Marti Healy   Quincy the dog takes walks.  I go along with him, but only as equipment manager.  I handle the baggage.  I act as lookout – for cars and other dogs and horses in training, for cats on the loose and high school runners on the loose, for snakes on the path and riders on bikes, and all the what-have-yous that are likely to crop up on such excursions. Quincy himself chooses the route for these walks – through the various back streets of the neighborhood or the horse district or the Carolina Bay.  He wears a harness, but it’s mostly

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The Story of ...You Shall Know Me By My Earrings | Aiken Bella Magazine

The Story of …You Shall Know Me By My Earrings

I wore my mother’s earrings to a party not long ago. They are clip-on earrings – heavy with twisted gold chain, fabricated pearls, and memories. Halfway through the evening, I found myself slipping these pieces of vintage jewelry off for a moment and rubbing my earlobes. They always pinch and keep me terribly aware of their presence. And I suspect that this was not unlike much of being a woman in the 1950s, when these earrings were made and first worn. A time when women were terribly aware of their womanhood and its attendant discomforts – from fashions to societal expectations and restraints. I wondered if the weight of it

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