Coming to Edisto Island for Thanksgiving is kind of like spring cleaning for the heart. Just as I’ve started to hunker down for winter, closing off rooms to keep the…
Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>
Things I like about technology: instant recipe recall anytime anywhere, driving directions on my phone (no impertinent map to re-fold), ready answers on how many teaspoons are in a packet…
I grew wise to the Santa lie when I became suspicious of the bar codes slapped on Santa’s gifts. I mean, if the dude was really sitting up in the frigid…
Dear Little Friend, We read The Very Hungry Caterpillar at library story time today. The book was your pick. You lurched out of my lap, rifled through a basket of…
It doesn’t look like November outside of my window. Green leaves are holding sunlight like scoops of lemon sorbet. Russet leaves and bare twigs are bisecting the blue sky into…
The fact that I only know the words “Home, home on the range, where the deer and the antelope…” (do something, roam maybe?) from the song didn’t stop me from…