It’s Derby Day today and that means hats! ©Linda Watanabe McFerrin Hats matter, always for some of us, and today and tomorrow—along with mint juleps, thoroughbred horses and other grand Southern traditions—at this year’s Kentucky Derby. Having just returned from South Carolina and the Southern Sampler Artists Colony where we were celebrating and memorializing Charleston…
Laissez les bons temps rouler! And we certainly did at Words and Music 2010 in New Orleans in spite of the fact that the theme was “The Literature of War and Collateral Damage,” or maybe because of it and because “When faced with disaster, the best medicine is laughter” … yes, that’s a direct quote…
I could blame it on Luigi, the bald Italian sculptor. “Don’t eat so many prawns,” he warned with an ominous, dark-eyed glare as I tucked into the fist-sized pink curls that lay, glistening in butter and garlic, on the serving platter before me. The month was August; we were celebrating a friend’s birthday at one…
Looking forward to traveling with Maureen again. Tony won’t be with us, but he is very much alive. “Tony Wheeler is dead.” The rumors, it seems, have been circulating for years. And while Wheeler, founder, along with wife and travel partner Maureen, of Lonely Planet Publications — the largest travel guidebook publisher in the world…
The size of the snake had grown, in the telling, from the length and breadth of my friend Martha’s arm, to the far more dramatic dimensions of her muscular cousin Dickie’s. I was at a gathering of the Dabbs clan at one of the old family properties by the Crossroads just east of Black River…
April 13-19, 2010 Writing and Photography Workshop with Linda Watanabe McFerrin and featured local photographers … Charleston and the South Carolina Low Country beckons! Join the organizers of the Southern Sampler Artists Colony on a journey into a place like no other—a place brushed with spirit, dipped in belonging, and brought to life in Gospel,…
St. Patrick’s Day reminds me of a trip to Ireland with my favorite fiddler! We were at Maggie’s, a pub on Kiernan Street in Kilkenny, and the devil was panting at Anthony Macauley’s elbow, for the Irish lads were dueling it out with the musicians from Cornwall and the fiddles were smoking. The four musicians…
