named the ‘devil’s elbow cottage,’ our sweet, abode is nestled among 300 year live oaks. we watch over the marshes and waters of the pinckney island wildlife refuge, in what’s called “low-country;” a snippet of south...
even though, calendar-wise, we’re still technically in spring, around here the neighborhood air is coconut suncreen-scented, and beach-cruisers outnumber bmw’s. summer has arrived. here are some other undeniable things happening in my world: berries are...
what we see depends on what we look for? are you the type who always sees the silver lining? even in a skimpy, 30-thread count, broadcloth, burlap, barely-there blanket? is every morning a 400 color-count crayon box of happy? is the world a sea of opportunities for...
today i plunge, head first, into my thirty-eighth orbit around the sun; an overly freckled nose and two melanoma pock-marks on my forearm and shin as evidence. my birthday outfit looks a bit different from what i had planned on wearing this year. but i picked a dress...
i know we’ve only been going steady for less than 48 hours, but miss april, with your midnight rainfall and sweet-smelling, blooming orange blossom, you’ve planted your flag in this girl’s heart, iwo jima style. the window of opportunity, to do...
 in the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt. ~Margaret Atwood so if i haven’t said it before i’ll repeat it again: i LOVE springtime. it’s my favorite time of year. i’m such a sucker for renewal, rebirth,...
