By Margaret Evans, Editor

I first heard the name 'Pat Conroy' as a young graduate student at the University of Alabama. It was the late 80s, I was fresh out of Sewanee -€“ a kind of English major'€™s paradise -€“ and deconstruction was suddenly all the rage in the rarified world of literary criticism. If you'€™ve never heard that word -€“ deconstruction - consider yourself lucky. Just seeing it in print still makes me shudder, and to this day, I couldn'€™t quite define it for you.

By Margaret Evans, Editor

The other night I found myself racing from Lady’s Island across the Woods Memorial Bridge to Pigeon Point Landing, chasing a sunset. I had just dropped off my daughter at the Beaufort High football game, and was on my way home, when the sky over the river exploded in such inexpressible radiance that even now, I’m at a loss to describe it.

By Margaret Evans, Editor

Have you heard? Pat Conroy is turning 70 in October. And much ado is being made about it . . . much to his chagrin.