Charleston

The Allure of the Dolphin (or, flipping for Flipper)

It was a glorious Saturday afternoon! We were speeding up the river, Bill and I, headed toward the lock – gateway to Lake Moultrie – when Bill spotted something up ahead and abruptly slowed the boat. “Dolphins!” he shouted, with a touch of surprise in his voice. We’re used to seeing dolphins, but

The Allure of the Dolphin (or, flipping for Flipper)2019-07-19T11:01:19-04:00

Snow Day Statistics (or, snowpocalypse in the south!)

I had big plans for today. Ok, maybe not big, as in flying-to-Hawaii big or meeting-Bill-Murray big (Bill Murray is the shit!) but bigger than sitting-home-watching-my-deck-turn-from-brown-to-white big. You see, here in Charleston (South Carolina), the mere mention of snow, ice, freezing rain, wintery mix, or any synonym thereof, results in a complete shutdown of

Snow Day Statistics (or, snowpocalypse in the south!)2019-07-24T09:04:48-04:00

The Ghosts of Christmas Past (or, Jesus rides a camel)

For this special blog post, special because it falls on Christmas Eve, I thought I’d take a trip down memory lane. I’ve scoured my journals to bring you some of the most memorable highlights of Christmas’s past. Christmas 1998: Evan was 6 months old, and I was already 3 months pregnant with Natalie (yes,

The Ghosts of Christmas Past (or, Jesus rides a camel)2019-07-24T09:04:59-04:00