Easter Morning

Just after five, I woke. It was Easter morning, though I had not yet registered the fact.  The sound of little doggy toenails clicked, clicked, clicked across my hardwood bedroom floor. I bolted out of bed, pulled on my socks and jetted after the small hairy beast. I knew exactly what he wanted. It was … Read more

Baby Dear

I had to be at least five years old, when I first saw her. Mother, Daddy, and I were walking through one of the larger department stores in Columbia, South Carolina. We were making our way to the toy section, where the store kept the most wonderful baby doll perched high-up in a glass case, … Read more

The Storm

Thanksgiving is past. Black Friday and Cyber Monday are behind us. Oh, what a pitiful shame! The holiday season is in full swing. And thus, it seems that across the country, the precipitousness of winter has descended upon us. As I sit here typing this morning, rain from darkened skies pelts my rooftop. The weatherman … Read more

Author Interview
Leanna Sain

Author Interview: Leanna Sain. Feature image for Leanna Sain interview, featuring the book, Hush.

Every artist knows that the highs and lows of life play an undeniable role in what we create. Personally, some of my work I hold as most meaningful to me has been that which is born out of trial. This month, we’ll discuss Leanna Sain’s new book, Hush, and explore how hardship helped shape the … Read more

The BC Story

I grew up in South Carolina. But currently I live in California. At the height of our fire season, and with strong winds forecasted for the upcoming week, PG&E the utility company who provides electricity for much of the state, has announced rolling blackouts to minimize the risk of wildfire. As I prepare for the … Read more

Recipes from the South:
Grandmother’s Stickies

When I was a girl growing up in the South, we lived in the country until I was 7 years old. The view out my front window was my grandparent’s house across the road. Their yard was decorated with looming oaks, Granddaddy’s car shed, Granddaddy’s plowed field, and the dense woods that wrapped us snug … Read more