Grace Because my grandmother made me the breakfast her mother made her, when I crack the eggs, pat the butter on the toast, and remember the bacon to cast iron, to fork, to plate, to tongue, my great grandmother moves…
One must always maintain one’s connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it. – Gaston Bachelard Today’s post is a re-post of a piece I wrote a year ago. This week I am re-reading those days of…
“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.” — Rumi The Charleston is the dance we proudly acclaim as our…
Designed, tradition says, by James Hoban, who was architect of The White House, the William Seabrook house is a view into the age of Edisto’s Sea Island Cotton days. General Lafayette visited for a feast and the fascinating and beautiful…
“People without power are not without nobility.” – novelist, Ralph Ellison Slave Streets. Small one room houses were built in rows, as quarters for slaves on plantations in the Carolinas. They were most likely of wood, with a fireplace for…
“The setting is enchanting enough to charm cobras out of baskets.” – Pat Conroy Is it the languidity? Or the lack of straight lines? Perhaps it is the hanging moss, the massive twisting tree trunks, the winding creeks. The birdsong.…
“When oonuh dey yuh, oonuh dey home”—When you are here, you are home. – Gullah saying This is a story about a gift. The year was 1931 when a newly married young couple from Sumpter set off on their honeymoon.…
One must always maintain one’s connection to the past and yet ceaselessly pull away from it. – Gaston Bachelard Aren’t we all looking for home? For that one place that wraps us up in familiarity and nurture, a place that…
Charleston Through an Artist's eye 