You could call this a Valentine, but it's March now. This is about the time I've spent working for 34 West Theater Company. They are very good friends of mine and have taken me on wonderful adventures, so I decided to write them a love letter.
One would hope that a restaurant called "Prohibition" would be free of the alcoholic temptations and bedevilment that runs rampant in our city, but not even it is safe from the pervasive influence of the liquor traffickers.
Woolfe Street Playhouse was recently awarded the Carolopolis Medal by the Preservation Society of Charleston, and their new production of "London Wall" runs through Valentine's Day.
The Inaugural Charleston International Jazz Festival rocked the weekend. A little vision, a lot of hard work, and a stellar line up paid off. (Plus, it never hurts to have Quentin's dreads and Charlton's suave gravitas in the mix.)
You don't have to be able to do awe-inspiring yoga tricks to appreciate your strength, resolve, and general awesomeness every time you step on your mat. Here's a sweet little practice that anyone can do. Practice it to boost your spirits and remind yourself that you are perfect exactly as you are!
Bring back the days when a duck was a duck. And lamb was a sheep and not a sheep in wolves' clothing. Now, as an avid food-label reader, I am learning that less is best!
Art is meditation, and vice versa, for artist John Duckworth. In his riveting show Awake, he implores viewers to do much more than "view." Do yourself a favor: show up.
