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
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
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,
