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Coming Home

Ever since my first visit to Myrtle Beach from my hometown of Florence, South Carolina, I wanted to live on the Grand Strand. It was high school trips with my friends that drew me here: Beach parties, nightclubs like the…

Cover Artist: Joanna Baker

Artist and illustrator, Joanna Baker, resides in Somerville, New Jersey, with her husband and two cats, June & Lola. After spending thirteen years in Manhattan, they recently moved to a house with more space about an hour outside of the…

Wise Words from Dad

“Glasses half full and not half empty, Kaia,” my dad often said to me before I’d step out of the car for school each morning. If it wasn’t this one, he might have chosen “Carpe Diem” or even translated it…

A Selfless Celebration

I was surprised when I received a birthday card in the mail from my friend Jenny. This was her birthday month, not mine. Even though I moved out of state years ago, I still missed our friendship and especially our…

Cover Artist: Sanja Jancic

Art entered Sanja Jancic’s life during early childhood, when she attended her mother’s concerts, who was an opera singer at the Belgrade Opera. Sanja dedicated herself to music, as a cellist and a composer, as well as to painting, her…

Raising a Fashionista: Natalie Krumenacker

“Owning a boutique was my childhood dream,” Natalie continued, “After I achieved my degree in Design & Merchandising, I landed a job as a buyer for an off-price retailer. I thought of this position as the adult version of my…

Slip of the Tongue

My neighbor, lawyer, and friend, Sally, sat across the kitchen table from me. “Okay,” she said, “Let’s get going on the paperwork the agency sent me for Kelsey’s adoption.” She started reading the document to me, and hearing “Birth Mother,…

Plantation Playground

Frances Johnson, Writer:“In memory of my beloved sister, Anna Roddey, I dedicated Plantation Playground to her. Years after her passing and after all the tears and grief, I got to thinking about what I could do to make her proud.…

Celebrating My “Mother of Affection”

In the summer of my eighth grade, I moved with my adoptive mother and stepfather to a beautiful, quaint community that had been seriously marred by escalating drug abuse at that time. Only a few weeks into the school year,…

Mother Knows Best

Without saying a word, my mother taught me a truth that has set me free. I was a teenager when my 39-year-old, stay-at-home mom decided to become a nurse. She did not drive, and we lived on a lake in…

Bad Boy! Bad Boy!

My second son’s third kid, three-and-a-half months old, was soon to be christened. Although we couldn’t make it to the baptisms of the older two, we decided we’d trek up to New York for this one. Also, it was the…

The Language of Kindness

My son, Evan, was born with a kind and generous spirit. It was recognizable from an early age when he demonstrated concern for his friends and family members. People complimented my husband and me and told us we were doing…