With the salt water behind her and her sons beside her, Paula “Pinky” Michaud meets life head on with a splash of spunk and hefty dose of determination. Paula is one woman who refuses to let others rule her world.

Born in Redondo Beach, CA, Paula moved to Hilton Head Island, the place she calls her home and heart, with her father when she was 5 years old. At age 16, the dynamics of her family changed course when her grandmother died. With a few complications with her dad and step mother, Paula was put out on her own. Fortunately, she had incredible work ethic and was able to make ends meet even at 16. Among the many jobs she has had, Paula found her passion early on as an employee at Jack Rabbit Photography. “Photography has always been my love. It’s sad these days. No one even knows what an F stop is anymore,” she said. Even though Jack Rabbit is long gone, her passion for photography has stayed in tact over the years. “I still have some unused film. We’ll see what happens,” she laughed.

Four years ago, Nicole Arnold was approaching graduation from Hilton Head Island High School and craving some adventure. After brainstorming a variety of ideas, her biggest passion led her on the greatest journey of her life so far. With a whole lot of planning, dreaming, and researching, Nicole set her goal: To bike across the United States.

For as long as Nicole can remember, she has been glued to a bicycle seat. Always an independent child, she would spend hours biking around her island neighborhood. When she road, she had a box on the back of her bike to keep her belongings in— little did she know, this would prepare her in achieving her dream while traveling with ease. 

What was the catalyst for you to start hiking? It all started in 1984 with a simple comment to a friend, “I would really like to hike into the Grand Canyon.” To my surprise, she responded, “So would I!” My response: “Well, let’s do it”

One year later we sat on the bank of the Colorado River soaking our tired feet after the all day, 7-mile hike down the steep South Kaibab Trail to Phantom Ranch at the bottom of the Grand Canyon. Sitting with us were four girlfriends who had enthusiastically accepted the invitation to take on this challenge.
The challenge, however, was not over. We still had to climb OUT of the canyon on the 9-mile Bright Angel Trail the next day to the South Rim, which rose about 5000 feet above us. The next afternoon as we took our final steps of the hike, we forgot our sore knees, aching backs and toenail-less feet and shouted for joy. We had made it!

It all started in 1984 with a simple comment to a friend, “I would really like to hike into the Grand Canyon.” To my surprise, she responded, “So would I!” My response: “Well, let’s do it”

On February 20, 2020 in San Francisco, California, Nancy LaPointe embarked on the Grand Princess cruise ship with her husband Jim for a 15-day adventure through the islands of Hawaii. Being long-time cruise-goers, this trip’s route was familiar to them, and they were thrilled to be cashing in on certain amenities they had earned over the years; most excitingly, she was ready to enjoy a large balcony. Unbeknownst to Nancy, she was going to be spending a lot more time on her balcony than originally planned. As Nancy and her husband were reveling in the excursions of the cruise ship and of Hawaii, the novel coronavirus was beginning to penetrate the United States. Two days before the journey was set to end, Nancy and Jim began a new excursion that was not exactly one they paid for.

Jessica Foley is every bit the professional realtor. She arrived for our appointment early, stylish and poised, carrying a fabulous big purse, which held, what I can only surmise, things to ready her for any situation.

A relative newcomer to the area, Jessica has dove in head first, both professionally and personally. She is an agent with the prestigious Berkshire Hathaway HomeServices Bay Street Realty Group. She is also a member of the Junior Service League of Beaufort and a volunteer with the Beaufort Water Festival, Child Abuse Prevention Association (CAPA) and Pritchard’s Island Sea Turtle Project. It is this last organization that gives us a hint into her past.

Jackie Currie drives with bees flying around in her Prius.
She climbs trees to capture wild swarms. She tracks the “nectar flow”
from the year’s first blooming red maples and dandelions
to the last goldenrods and asters of fall.

She understands the personalities of her hives—which are good honey producers, which are mite-resistant, which overwinter well, which are docile and which are feisty—and she causes them to reproduce accordingly. She knows when they’re gathering pollen and ramping up to reproduce their colony, when they’re sending out this explosion of bees to gather nectar and make honey, and when they’re hunkering down to survive winter, perhaps with a little help from the sugar-water she puts out for them in lean times. She is the Bee Lady, a self-appointed steward of the species.

After high school, Beth’s father explained to her that flying was “a man’s game,” and she should formally study something else. Beth earned an undergraduate degree at the University of Maryland and completed her graduate work at Dalhousie University in Nova Scotia in wildlife disease management and marine mammal microbiology. Until her dream to become a pilot could materialize, she worked at a zoo for a few years, loving every second, but itching to be in the air. When the pilot school finally started to accept women, Beth was first in line and accepted in the first class at Shields Aviation in Jacksonville, FL. Upon completion, she was hired by a major commercial carrier and flew as a pilot for almost 11 years until she was called to do bigger and better things, which ultimately changed her life.

Growing up, we all had opportunities to get involved in something beyond school that we (hopefully) enjoyed. Whether our interests were to play the clarinet, join the lacrosse team, or to destroy our opponents in chess club, we would usually spend a few hours after our last class of the day meeting with others who helped us focus on building our skills in an area we were passionate about. We called these our after-school activities.

For 17-year-old Kierstyn Holt, 14-year-old Alayna Weilnau, and 11-year-old Lawson Weilnau, their interests involved them in activities that couldn’t quite be classified as “after-school” activities. These siblings have a passion to learn and grow beyond what is known to be typical. They are involved in 4-H, an organization that allows them to take on projects that become a big part of their lives, that they must invest time and energy in each day to see to fruition. These projects numerous life skills that most people take years to develop.

“We don’t stop playing because we grow old, we grow old because we stop playing.” - George Bernard Shaw

Five years ago, Nancy Stills retired and moved to Sun City, SC. She tried to join the kayak club, but she didn’t have a kayak, gear, or a means to transport a kayak. She was referred to “Swampchick” Linda Etchells, who adopted Nancy, loaned her a kayak and gear until she bought her own and taught her to be a great kayaker. She also nicknamed Nancy “Grasshopper.” In exchange, Nancy became the Swamp Dragon Drummer for Dragonboat Beaufort, a non-profit organization that raises money for cancer patients.

Once she acquired her own gear, she joined the Sun City Kayak Club, where she served as both vice president and president. “We are fortunate in Beaufort County to have over 30 public kayaking/boating access points within a 30-mile radius, providing miles of fresh and salt water to enjoy,” she said.

What do you want newcomers to the Lowcountry to know about Shag dancing?
Of course, we want them to know that Shag is the official state dance of South Carolina. We’d also like newcomers to immerse themselves in the Lowcountry culture, and shag is a big part of that! When in Rome!

Tell us about the Beaufort Shag Club (BSC)?
Ginger: After a few years of dancing socially in various venues in and around Beaufort, the Beaufort Shag Club officially organized in 2004, and was admitted into the Association of Carolina Shag Clubs in 2005, marking 2020 as the year our 15th anniversary! We are a bunch of nearly 200 fun-loving people who love the shag dance, the shag lifestyle, and each other.
Hi: We love the Beaufort Shag Club! It’s friendly. It’s fun, and we get exercise!
Ginger: One of the best things about the BSC is that you meet wonderful people, make lasting relationships, and you look forward to seeing these people on a weekly basis, and know they’re going to become lifelong friends.

When the girls from Hilton Head Christian Academy step on the basketball court, opponents better stand up straight. As state champions, the Lady Eagles came to play.

“We may laugh and have fun in the locker room but once we get on the floor it’s all business,” said Brielle McCarthy, starting point guard who commutes to Hilton Head Christian each day from Pooler. “We have a goal, and that is to win the state championship.”

She and forward-center Jasmine Campbell both recently hit the 1000-point mark over their high school careers, an enormous achievement, which in their words, “isn’t something you can just go out and do.” It took a lot of hard work, dedication, team effort, and the initiative to get themselves open and take shots. As seniors carrying their team into the post-season, you would think they’d be feeling the pressure—but both girls are remarkably grounded.

Meeting three members of the Dataw Island Women’s Golf Association (DIWGA) at the pub next to the pro-shop was a delight. Joanie Barber, president, Sandy Shuster, treasurer, and Maeneen Klein, golf and greens committee member, joined me for an informative discussion about the organization. Though they are all three avid golfers, they stressed that for them, golf is about having fun.

The DIWGA, as it is known, has about 200 members. They play on Thursdays, Ladies Day at the two courses, Cotton Dike and Morgan River, and many other days of the week, as well. There are 12 tournaments in the year, and many special events, such as the hosting of collegiate women’s golf tournament the first weekend in March. Some of their members are serious, competitive golfers and travel around in the Coastal Carolina Ladies League, playing courses from Fripp Island to Sea Pines. But the majority of the women, they emphasized, play to have fun.

It was a typical Tuesday morning at Pink Magazine: I was sitting at my desk maneuvering between an iMac and my laptop, eager to complete a task I had been working on since the previous day. There was a stillness in the air as Elizabeth, Lindsay, and Jacie were deep in concentration in their respective offices—until I heard the front door open, and Elizabeth’s footsteps headed to the office lobby. Not paying much mind to our new visitor, I dove back into my laptop. Just a few minutes later, Elizabeth’s voice pierced my focus: “Rinsha? Jacie? Will you come here, please?” Inquisitive, I followed the voice to the lobby where I saw a small-figured woman in front of me, introducing herself as Patrizza. There was a power and vibrancy about this woman that drew me in; I was instantly intrigued;  When Elizabeth shared that Patrizza had stopped in while doing a 25-state tour of the United States and asked who would like to interview her, my hand shot up immediately. I just knew she had something incredible to share.

Mia, you are a true international woman; you were adopted from another country! Tell us a little about it. I was born in Petrozavodsk, Russia. My grandmother took care of me until I was about 3 years old. Then I was put in an orphanage and lived there until I was adopted into a family with two loving parents, two older brothers, and one older sister, who lived in Charleston, SC.  My parents, Druid and Sam Joyner came to Russia to get me around my 5th birthday.

Job/ Education: I attended Winthrop University for two and a half years and then took a semester off from school. I am now taking classes locally and working.

When Marie was 7 years old, she and her cousins had a lemonade stand. Growing up on Hilton Head, they made a lot of their own old-fashioned fun. But for little Marie, it wasn’t just about earning a few quarters to buy candy; she had bigger stars in her eyes.

“I told my cousins, ‘Let’s go somewhere!’” she recalls. “I didn’t know where I wanted to go but I literally tried to hitchhike. From an early age I always had that impulse. That was my path.”

Now she’s in her early 40s, raising a family and holding down a successful career as a teacher—but she’s not doing it in a cul-de-sac. She’s doing it in Egypt, Nicaragua, Bangladesh, and wherever her finger lands on the spinning globe next. She’s thinking about what it means to be a citizen of the world, to see the commonalities of the human experience rather than the dividing lines. She’s raising her kids—who might go to Jordan on holiday, and who’s classmates are from dozens of nations—without limiting cultural boundaries. She’s making good on her lemonade stand dreams.

Love seems to happen when you least expect it, and in the case of Marsue Thomas and Mike Visokay, it was pure serendipity. In 2009, Marsue, a recent divorcee, decided she needed a fresh start. She bought a condo in Summerhouse, a neighborhood on Hilton Head Island. While unloading boxes into her new digs, she came across a few friendly, welcoming neighbors, including Mike. “At first I just saw a good-looking man, who was walking the cutest little dog and that’s it,” Marsue said, laughing.

Meet Courtney Young, Cora Miller, Carmen Young and Kerrie Brown. These four ladies, with the help of many others, are powerhouses working behind the scenes to bring the 24th Annual Hilton Head Island Gullah Celebration to life. This month-long festival will showcase the rich cultural heritage of the Gullah people and their history on Hilton Head Island through 19 different events from January 29-February 28. The Hilton Head Island Gullah Celebration programming includes a variety of events—some ticketed and some by donation—that will allow visitors to experience the Gullah culture first-hand through music, dance, food, art, storytelling, history and culture. If you haven’t been intrigued by the Gullah culture and the historical relevance it provides to this part of the country, you will definitely be enamored once you “bin bit by da spell!”

Alison was a divorcee, an Ohio girl who’d been on Hilton Head for the better part of 20 years. She tried to date a little, but priority was on raising her three kids and her career. She’d reached a stage in life where she felt comfortable being alone, had a lot of friends, and for the most part said, “I’m good.”

Mike was also a father of three, but after divorcing in Louisville, KY, he came to Hilton Head to help his brother and sister-in-law at their restaurant, The Sunrise Café. He spent the next three years heads-down working, until folks started to say he should get back out and meet people. He got on Match.com but didn’t feel too comfortable with it. 

From the time she was a small child in Virginia, New York Times, Amazon, and USA Today best-selling author and St. Simons resident Claire Cook knew she wanted to be a writer. “I started writing when I was little, little. The first thing I had published was on a kid’s page when I was six years old,” she said smiling. “I majored in film and creative writing in college (Syracuse University). But when I graduated, I choked. I listened to all the negativity about how hard it was to be a writer and hid from writing for decades.”

Instead of pursuing her calling, she “followed her kids to school” and became a teacher for 16 years. “I wrote for some magazines and won awards for creative teaching, but it was as if I had buried my dream so deep, I almost couldn’t find it. I really loved the kids, but it just hit me one day that I could be one of those people who didn’t ever try. My procrastination finally became more painful than actually doing it.”

Sometimes, we just get stuck. Whether it’s something someone said, or a personal vilification, thoughts can linger long past the point of being unhealthy. True or not, thoughts can turn into defining beliefs and niggle us for days, months, years, or even a lifetime. Negative beliefs are notorious for snowballing out of control and morphing into a large, resentful and distressed snowman. Before you know it, it has shaped your whole life.

This is exactly what happened to six-year-old Julie Davis the day her loving parents shared the news that she was adopted as an infant. This information punctured her happy-go-lucky, young girl bubble, and she became stuck. She was devastated. Dark parts of her tiny soul were ignited and convinced her she was unwanted—a throw-away. “We all have a dark place inside of us, and we have to be able to rise out of it. I should have realized I was beyond loved by my parents, but I took it completely differently; I felt unwanted. I didn’t know the story behind my adoption, so I thought of it as ‘my mom didn’t want me. It followed me for years. Growing up was rough.”

Lisa Sulka was elected Mayor of Bluffton, SC in 2008. She has lead the fast-growing community ever since, not with a heart for politics, but with a heart for people and community. We caught up with Lisa to find out what’s currently making her heart sing and what she is “roaring” about in this Hear Me Roar Q & A session.

Our theme this issue is #Motivated, and everyone knows how high your energy level is for serving Bluffton and all you do. We have to know what motivates you to embrace this public servant job with such heart?
This is easy—I love love love this town, and I have no personal agenda other than doing what it takes to make it a place where our children will either move back to or stay. I grew up with parents who believed in giving back and helping others. They are a major influence in my life as they also loved my hometown, Prosperity, SC, and were always part of the success of it. My mom actually ran for mayor in the 1970’s. A little bit of the reason I ran was totally to honor her and all she wanted to do for our hometown. I am so happy she was alive when I won and also for many years after. Whenever I feel a slip of energy, all I have to do is go anywhere in town (from historic Bluffton, to the river, to New Riverside barn) and talk to residents, or just see how much we have accomplished and my motivational level jumps to a new high.

It was an especially beautiful evening in June. The weather was perfect, friends were gathered, and Wayne and Lynda Casper were holding hands on the upper deck of the Salty Dog tour boat ready to embark on a sunset cruise. They were shoulder-to-shoulder looking out at the water sharing how blessed they are to be living in such an incredible place. Wayne’s hands began to violently shake, then his whole body quaked in a seizure and he collapsed on the deck.

“Thank God that everybody who works on the boat knows CPR. And the captain immediately called 9-1-1,” Lynda said. “The EMTs arrived in minutes and worked on him for 25 minutes on that metal floor. The most amazing thing happened. All the people on the boat joined hands and prayed. Then the people in the restaurant came out to the railing and joined hands in prayer. It was like a movie, not real life,” she said. “It was super, super quiet, and the EMT finally stood up and gave a thumbs up and everyone yelled and clapped.” For Lynda, everything seemed to be happening in slow motion. She said that the ambulance ride seemed like the longest journey she’d ever made.

Nancy Fish, the Executive Director of The Sandbox Interactive Children’s Museum, grew up on Hilton Head Island in the 70s, graduating from Sea Pines Academy. She fondly recalls two special teachers who inspired her to enter the field of education: Eddie Ladd, her English teacher, and Mark Flowers, her art teacher.  She returned to the Lowcountry full circle 18 months ago to lead the future growth of The Sandbox, which is a nonprofit organization established in 2005. This favorite family destination for both locals and visitors embraces the principles of Maria Montessori, a 19th century Italian physician, educator and founder of the Montessori method of education.

Hometown: My mother was nomadic so I grew up everywhere; I was born in Atlanta, GA, but also raised in Arizona, Michigan and Virginia, lived in Madrid and that’s not counting all the states Radio has taken me.

Career: Owner of MIA TALKS, Media and Marketing; Program Director for G100 the Throwback Station, Public Service Director at DBC Radio and Radio personality on G100 and Rewind 107.9

Our theme this month is #BeTheDifference. What is something you’re passionate about that makes a difference? I am passionate about the success and elevation of all people. If I can spark one person, a room of kids, a room of business leaders to see their greatness, power, ability to make a deep impact and then pass that gift on to others, I feel like I have used my voice, work, leadership and power for the good of others.

Sylvia Tervoort, who hails from the Netherlands, speaks with a wide smile, shakes hands with the grip of a titan and is an excellent ambassador for the world’s seafaring industry. Since 2008 Sylvia has been a Salvage Master with SMIT, one of the largest maritime salvage and towage organizations in the world. This job title, usually held by men, is held by only one woman in the world and it is Sylvia.

Since early September, Sylvia, along with approximately 50 SMIT salvage crew members and other first responders, including the US Coast Guard and State of Georgia professionals, have been in the Golden Isles handling the salvage operation of the capsized Golden Ray cargo ship, which is lying on its side in the St. Simons Sound. The almost new two-year-old massive ship is more than two football fields long and has capacity to carry up to 6,933 cars.

A mama bear is how varsity coach Liz Nash describes herself, and it is her mama bear instinct that nurtures, teaches, protects and encourages her students. She has more than 20 seasons of coaching under her belt at Hilton Head Preparatory School, and this year 45 boys and girls are in the cross country program. Most of them have been with her since the sixth grade and many are now juniors and seniors. She loves watching them grow up.

Elizabeth Robin was a high school English teacher who only gave essay tests. “That way students had to convey what they thought,” she said. A deep thinker herself, multiple choice was probably just too cut-and-dry. Looking back, it all makes sense. Being a budding poet, unbeknownst at the time to even herself, pushed her to seek answers that explored the full range of possibilities far beyond a, b, c or all of the above. She loved teaching and excelled at it.

Elizabeth lived the world over as a “Navy brat” with parents who not only insisted she could be anything she wanted to be and do anything she wanted to do, but they were also living examples of this no-ceiling mantra. She was fluent in four languages by the age of 10. Her father, a NATO Liaison, carried on adult conversations with her when she was just a young girl, encouraging her early on to think, find her voice and speak her convictions. Her mother, whose life was cut short when Elizabeth was a mere 15-years-old, gave her books, took her to plays, movies and every museum in Europe. “I feel like my mother knew she wasn’t going to be around. She packed a wallop in 15 years!” Elizabeth said.

Blessings come in many different shapes and sizes. For Thomas and Rebecca Joyner their most recent blessing came wrapped in a pink baby blanket. On August 12, 2019 the Joyner family welcomed a cute, sweet, squishy, little human into the world, Nancy Margaret Joyner, named after both of her great-grandmas and the technical first child to be born of Thomas and Rebecca. Mom and dad aren’t the only ones obsessed with “Nan.” Besides the kisses from grandmas and snuggles with grandpas, Nan’s biggest fan is her older brother, Thomas Daniel Joyner, aka “Tee,” named after his daddy and Rebecca’s brother. Tee is the oldest Joyner child, adopted by the Joyners and taken home on day three of his arrival. “I am living the dream,” says Rebecca.

Thomas and Rebecca were not expecting to adopt. Three years of passing fertility tests with flying colors, and they still weren’t pregnant. When Tee came into their lives, life seemed like it couldn’t be better for the Joyners. When he hit 9-months-old, Rebecca had the surprise of her life. She was finally pregnant! Nine months later, Nan came into the world and they couldn’t be happier. “Tee is so outgoing and has such an amazing sense of humor, and Nan is so laid back and affectionate. I have the best of both worlds, and I just love them so much.” Rebecca says. “But it’s funny because, see, I would love to adopt again, and I would love to be pregnant again eventually. Thomas is like, ‘Haha, you need to slow down,’” Rebecca laughs.

What is Meals on Wheels? Meals on Wheels (MOW) is a non-profit charity starting it’s 40th year of providing nutritious mid-day meals to our homebound, elderly, ill, injured, or disabled neighbors in Hilton Head Island, Bluffton and Sun City. We deliver meals 5 days a week, 52 weeks a year, including holidays.

How can people be a recipient of Meals on Wheels? If someone cannot easily get to the grocery store, or prepare meals for themselves, they can contact MOW at 843-689-8334, or visit www.lowmow.org. We send a MOW volunteer to to meet with potential clients to describe our service and determine eligibility. Ability to pay for the meals is NOT a factor; we work with our recipients to determine what is appropriate. People can sign up for 5 days a week, or only a few days a week. They can receive meals long term, or on a temporary basis. If someone has had surgery, or is sick and only needs meals while recovering, we can also take care of that need.

“You know, my life is so blessed, I don’t even know what to tell you,” Ifetayo White said in voice so calm, so wise I could listen to her all day.

As we settled into the sunroom of her St. Helena home, where a wall of windows overlook her lush Lowcountry backyard, Ifetayo made a comment about the massive Live Oak she notices me gazing at with adoration. It’s easy to tell it’s sacred, with its lumbering limbs lovingly outreached as far as it can cradle. The tree is one of the reasons Ifetayo chose this house, although she says it chose her. It is tucked away down a winding dirt road deep within the spirit of the land of Gullah that thankfully hangs onto the edge of America.