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Zenobia Harper: The Gullah Garden is Always Giving

As a wife, daughter, and mother, Zenobia has bloomed into a cultured, wise woman. Many of her positive attributes are owed to her roots and her connection to the history of her heritage. While her parents and even some grandparents…

Sasee Reviews: Culligan’s Way by Marvin Levine

Culligan’s Way is a gripping thriller by a Pawleys Island author, Marvin Levine, and one I found difficult to put down once I’d started it. The book takes place on Pawleys Island where the wayward son, Tim Culligan, returns home…

Undaunted

“I earned my Phi Beta Kappa Key the hard way!” Dad said, flipping brats on the grill, with Mom holding a platter, standing nearby and guests all around him. “How’s that?” Mom’s friend asked. “I married it!” The jest elicited a…

brown cookies on brown wooden table

The Secret Ingredient

My mother made perfectly shaped dainty cookies that put Martha Stewart’s to shame. But the texture tended to be on the dry side. I prefer mine chewy. That led me to altering her recipe. So what if my cookies were…

white and red flowers on white wooden chair

Pieces of Home

I have moved fifteen times. Military? No. Traveling circus troupe? Nope. Just the move-y sort, I suppose. I can’t blame it on my parents; they only account for three of those relocations. The rest were all me and a certain…

purple petaled flower on clear glass vase

The Home Place

At the end of her last visit, my daughter instructed me never to get rid of my old couch. I had qualms about that sofa when we first moved here. It is full of cabbage roses. The cushions and pillows…

The Bowls are Here

The bowls arrived yesterday. Lots of bowls. I’ve never counted – Fifty? Seventy-five? Their sizes vary like watermelons, from big enough to hold spaghetti for 20 to small enough for a child’s Cheerios. Made in the Twenties, Thirties, and Forties, the…

Live With What You Love: Waterway Art Association

Spruce up your space with artwork from the Spring Art Exhibit and Sale. The Waterway Art Association is hosting its 32nd annual event from April 24th through April 29th at Sunset River Gallery in Calabash, North Carolina. The show is…

The Gingerbread House

My dream house: a large Victorian trimmed in ornate gingerbread and painted in a palette of earth tones. It would have too many nooks and crannies to count; sunshine would flood the turret windows brightening the rooms within its reach;…

Charmed

I am certainly not a frou-frou kind of girl. I hate carrying a purse. I buy my shoes at outlet stores and have far fewer of them than most of my girlfriends. I hate dressing up in formal attire and…

A Jewelry Box Full of Memories

I couldn’t wait to get my ears pierced. I counted down the days until my “double-digit” birthday and the moment I woke up, I was ready to be transformed into a glamorous earring-wearing 10-year-old. Mom wasn’t moving quite fast enough…

Silly Socks

I’ve never been one to keep up with the latest trends. If I see a dress or cute top I like, I’ll save up and buy it. Sometimes my tastes fit the modern crazes, sometimes I’m going against the grain,…

Shopping with My Teenage Daughter…Lessons Learned

As a precocious seven-year-old, whenever my daughter was asked what she wanted to be when she grew up, her answer was always the same. “I want to be a teenager.” A cute, funny, and charming response from a pigtailed little…

Sometimes I Talk to Myself

I have a longtime Southern friend, a superb fashionista, who thinks that people who wear tee shirts with sayings on them look… tacky. So, when I’m around her, I wear flowery prints and don’t follow my natural instincts. Most of…

heeled sandal on top of magazine

Finding Your Fashion Muse

What fuels your fashion finds? What inspires and guides your fashion journey? Some have an actress they emulate or an influencer on Tik Tok, while others still peruse fashion magazines. Navigating a world of playthings as a child, my mother’s closet…

Living Well at Any Age

When I rounded an aisle at Walmart, nearly colliding with a man’s overflowing cart, I heard, “Dad, you almost ran over that little old lady.” “I’m not old,” I objected, laughing good-naturedly. But later, I thought about the girl’s comment. I’m…