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Tom Mullally: Culinary Creations

Starting as a reliable dishwasher at age fifteen, Tom climbed his way out of the suds and into the chef’s kitchen swiftly. From prepping salads and vegetables at sixteen to using the grill and cutting steaks at seventeen, he learned…

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At Home, Cookin’

I recently attended the funeral of a dear friend’s mother. The eulogy delivered by her daughter was warm, heartfelt, and brought a smile to people’s faces when she spoke about her mother – the worst cook she’d ever known. She…

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Lingerie Drawer

I have always had a lingerie drawer. A working actress for almost my whole life, I suppose I considered my closet to be a sort of a costume room and all the world a stage. Dressing daily for mood or…

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Love in a Recipe Box

Unlike the antique bronze lamps and the family-themed statuettes I recently inherited from my mother, I became the owner of her oversized recipe collection close to 20 years ago. Around that time, she had moved into an independent living facility that…

Finding My Silver Lining, and Myself, at 50

For as long as I can remember, I’ve had dark hair. A full head of it when I came wriggling out of my mama on a rainy Thursday morning in 1972. The twiggy brown baby bangs I cut myself when…

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…

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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…

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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…

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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…