Two of my friends and creative co-conspirators have just released a book that people will be talking about for a long time. Publisher/designer Lydia Inglett and author/editor Wendy Pollitzer are the proud parents of South, a collection of essays and images by all sorts of interesting characters who hail from the warmer climes – some of them only in spirit. According to the website, South features “emotional essays from notable musicians, athletes, journalists, writers, business leaders, artists, actors, clergy, chefs and more . . . with defining photography and quotes that collectively embrace the charm and harmony of the new South.”
I’ve been writing a lot about nature lately. Have you noticed? It’s an interesting turn of events – to me, anyway – because up until recently, thinking about nature was not really… in my nature.
Like so many anxious parents around the state, my sister in Charleston sent her firstborn off to kindergarten last week. On the third day of school, she posted the following mini-diatribe on Facebook:
Life as an independent publisher has many rewards, but they're not always monetary. When both adults in a household toil in that noble field for a living, much of that household is likely to be held together with duct tape. The situation can be humbling, but it can also be an exhilarating test of your resourcefulness!
Y'all know how I tend to get my little obsessions – subjects I become wildly interested in, then write about ad nauseam? (That's a rhetorical question. Of course you know.)
This month marks a somewhat terrifying milestone in the life of my family. In a couple of weeks, our daughter will be a teenager. It's been coming on for a while now – the eye rolling, the constant texting, the bikini-clad beach walking – but I've been in denial.