"Why not shake things up a bit?" I tell her. "You are strong enough to lift the men." Byrne Miller sits up straight again, vertebra by vertebra. "Scandalous," she says with a thin, mischievous smile. Her hands flutter down to her hips and she pivots one shoulder to a jaunty angle. Her chin lifts. "Just what this town needs. Call the newspapers. Get the TV cameras. You and I are going to turn things on their heads." – From "The Other Mother" by Teresa Bruce, copyright 2013, published by Joggling Board Press, jogglingboardpress.com.
Books in the Park
The Friends of the Library are back for Beaufort's ever-popular fall book sale.
Donated books turn into gifts that keep giving during one of Beaufort's best-loved events – the annual Friends of the Beaufort Library Fall Book Sale.
The Soul of Silk
Before migrating to South Carolina, Cynthia Zeiss retired as Executive VP of the largest privately owned medical billing company in New York State. She and her husband, Ralph, live on Lady's Island where they enjoy the blending of their two families. She can now concentrate on her true passion, creating art. Her studio at home has been a priceless gift.
Sam Doyle Celebration
See paintings by Sam Doyle from private collections and support community arts.
ARTworks is hosting a celebration of creativity and ingenuity, a rare opportunity to see the artwork of Sam Doyle presented in the community where he spent his life and derived his inspiration. All paintings on display in the gallery at ARTworks will be on loan from private collections. The Sam Doyle Celebration is a partnership between ARTworks, Penn Center, the Red Piano Too gallery, and Gordon W. Bailey.
A Kind of Dance: Part One
A conversation with award winning Beaufort writer Teresa Bruce about her upcoming book, "The Other Mother," and the transformative power of chance encounters.
Many years ago during his travels in Africa, Ernest Hemingway got to know a fearless young woman named Beryl Markham who showed him a bit of a memoir she was working on. The notoriously egocentric Hemingway immediately dashed off a letter to his editor, the legendary Maxwell Perkins. "She has written so well, and marvelously well," Hemingway concedes, "that I was completely ashamed of myself as a writer. I felt that I was simply a carpenter with words, picking up whatever was furnished on the job and nailing them together and sometimes making an okay pig pen."
This is sort of how I feel about my friend, Teresa Bruce.