Apr 30, 2013 | A Day In My Life
The patio of the Ballantyne Foundation manse overlooks seventy-five acres of lush Sea Pine Island landscape. Majestic oaks draped in Spanish moss mingled with sweet blooming magnolias, winding amongst tennis courts, croquet lawns, formal gardens, and a sparkling pool...
Apr 29, 2013 | A Day In My Life
Call me Pru, Pru Marlowe. But, please, don’t call me crazy. Yes, maybe you did see me talking to my cat just now. That’s Wallis, the dignified tabby on the windowsill. And, yes, it was more than just the usual “what does li’l pussums want for lunch?” You’ve got to...
Apr 26, 2013 | A Day In My Life
“Faith Fairchild was drunk. Soused, sloshed, schnockered, pickled, potted, and looped—without a single sip of alcohol having crossed her lips. She was drunk on Rome. Intoxicating, inebriating Rome.” This is how Katherine Hall Page has described me in the...
Apr 25, 2013 | A Day In My Life
It took half an hour of delving through store shelves before I found the perfect card. A young man on it looked out of focus in his cap and gown. He held a diploma. The caption read Son, know that I’m proud. Inside were words I could also have said: “I...
Apr 24, 2013 | A Day In My Life
I sat with a tall, cold beer at the end of the day, feeling like I’d earned it. I shook my head at myself, relieved, disgusted, and amused. Exhausted, too. I’d been putting off the project for weeks, and after long-distance threats from my best friend, Holly Wilson,...
