Kate Shrewsday writes the first installment of her Charleston visit. Enjoy.
At least one English person learned to boogie board at Sullivan’s Island. That would be Felix, Kate and Phil Shrewsday’s son.
We sat in a sandstorm, at the mouth of Charleston Harbor, and we watched Felix and Cayleigh ride waves, while pelicans fished in the background. Morris Island Lighthouse rode the surf in the distance, the eroded site of the movie “Glory.”
The Atlantic was bathwater. Silty…
It all started with Poe. Edgar Allan, to be exact.
We stood with the Shrewsdays at Fort Moultrie on Sullivan’s Island, a fort where American rebels first repelled the British Royal Navy at the start of the American Revolution. It was a crude sight. Crosshatched palmetto logs and sand.
But those logs were sponges to cannonballs. Fort Moultrie was impenetrable.
Throughout the 18th, 19th and 20th…
A quick post, Dear Reader. I’m almost to the end of my final memoir revision.
And I need your help.
What’s your favorite song with a variation of the word ‘walk’ in the title? Or maybe you love a song that features walking in the lyrics?
What about road trip songs? Do you have a favorite tune that signifies a long haul in the car?
Chapters in the memoir already make a rocking playlist. Maybe…
My favorite thing about writing is bringing people together. I love it when people read something and reach out to meet me. But I also love building communities of people who like to interact with each other. It’s work, and I don’t always feel like I do the best job these days, but I made up for it on Saturday night.
MTM and I threw a party for Kate Shrewsday and her family. It was an opportunity…
I meant to take pictures, pictures, pictures of our visit with the Shrewsdays. Really, I did.
But after spending two solid weeks looking at screens, I decided to give myself a little break. Sort of. After all, I was sweating from every pore in the 108 degree heat index on Saturday, the day MTM planned to take the Shrewsdays on the Mayors Institute Walking Tour of Charleston. And, because Kate is…
British Invasion. The Shrewsdays boogie board at Sullivan’s Island.
British Invasion Fort Moultrie, where Edgar Allan Poe served in the Army.
British Invasion. The Shrewsdays brave a heat index of 108 for a walking tour.
Yesterday, I wrote a post about Vikings in the Mississippi River. I got the link from a reader, and in my word-addled haze of revising, I didn’t even check the source or determine whether it was legitimate. I just wrote a story and hit ‘Schedule’ because I was fried.
The Viking article came from an Israeli version of The Onion. Only it isn’t called The Onion.
If you read The Onion, like I…