On July 22nd, I taught my very first virtual cooking class for the University of South Carolina Beaufort's Osher Lifelong Learning Institute. Hosted by USCB on Zoom from my kitchen on Lady's Island, the class of 92 students was very well socially distanced while still being able to interact with the hosts and the presenter. My dear friend, local photographer Susan DeLoach, helped me pull off the presentation.
White flag. I surrender. I have expended my last vestige of energy on those cruel invaders. How disheartening it is to finish weeding a bed, only to find that where I started is already under siege. I’m not alone. All of my gardening friends are similarly afflicted.
“This is a work of fiction, However, with a single exception (and as outrageous as some of them may sound) all the incidents described here really happened”… Thus begins the Author’s Note introducing The Chronicles of Willow Point, a new novel by Beaufort’s E.T. “Tommy” Baysden.The following is an excerpt from that novel . . .
I admit it. I’ve shamelessly plagiarized this column’s title from that of a Sandra Bullock movie I’ve watched numerous times. In case you haven’t seen this gem, it’s a beautifully-cast film about the redemptive quality and staying power of love. Until I saw it, I wasn’t a fan of the word “hope.”
Donna Keel Armer’s debut memoir navigates a fragmented life through lessons in mosaics and recycling in southern Italy
Donna Keel Armer’s storybegins with a lie. Desperate to break free from a life haunted by a wretched past, the loss of faith, and a slow sink into domestication, she tells everyone, including her beloved husband, that she requires time alone to research an historical novel. But her real purpose is a solo flight from everyone and everything.
“This is a work of fiction, However, with a single exception (and as outrageous as some of them may sound) all the incidents described here really happened”… Thus begins the Author’s Note introducing The Chronicles of Willow Point, a new novel by Beaufort’s E.T. Baysden. The following is an excerpt from that novel.
Chapter 41: Chechessee Creek Okatie, SC
Mack was crossing the Chechessee River Bridge at Lemon Island Marina when he caught sight of the monster. It took a moment to register, but he soon realized he was looking at an enormous shark, hanging by its tail from a scaffold normally used for weighing billfish. The tell-tale stripes on its side identified it as a tiger shark, but what a shark it was: easily over eleven feet in length and half a ton.
Who doesn’t like an occasional weird word or two? When it comes to telling people off, we need to keep our sense of humor and perhaps tell them to get lost with quaint, if perhaps obscure language. I’d like to offer up a few real suggestions along this line and then add a few of my own (with a little poetic license).
Calling all artists! USCB Center for the Artsinvites all visual artists 18 and older living in Beaufort County to be part of an incredible art show this fall entitled “Art Speaks.” The exhibit will be on display in the USCB Center for the Arts gallery beginning September 3 through November 2, 2020.
When Vince and I were first married, back in the old days when I used to have weekends off, watching Nathalie DuPree's cooking show on PBS was one of the highlights of my Saturday mornings. Nathalie was always dressed in a colorful apron with matching oven mitts and hot pads. I loved her style of cooking and her recipes and her amazing ability to make everything she cooked look doable for a home cook. Never in a million years would I have imagined that I'd have the opportunity to meet my favorite television chef, let alone be able to call her my friend.
The dog days of summer leave me listless and bored. So listless and bored, in fact, that I never even bothered to learn why they’re called the dog days of summer. I always vaguely imagined a couple of big ol’ dogs, lazing around on a porch, tongues hanging out… listless and bored. Figured that was the reference.