n old town Bluffton, nestled among the natural beauty of the Lowcountry, history flirts with the vibrant and new. Every Thursday on Calhoun Street, from 2:00 to 7:00 P.M., locals and tourists alike gather to browse and purchase the freshest, locally grown fare, from fruits and vegetables, to flowers and herbs.

Ranking as the number one Farmer’s Market in South Carolina, the Bluffton Farmers Market is really more than just the phenomenal produce it boasts week after week. It also offers delicious prepared food, live entertainment, educational programs and an opportunity to make new acquaintances, as well as visit with old friends.

Agriculturally based and open year round, the Bluffton Farmers Market’s vendors change weekly, depending on what crops are in season...

Incredible Cranberry Cookies

Peanut Butter Cup Brownies

Almond Joy Cookies & Salted Caramel Cookies

No-Bake Oatmeal Cookies & Christmas Tree Bark

December in the Lowcountry brings on a flurry of holiday activity and the denouement of our entertaining season.  Welcome to the whirlwind of the holidays: those last minute dashes to the store for gifts, cocktail parties as we deck the halls, and the sounds of jingle bells ringing in the cold winter air.

The treasured demeanor of our...

This month’s cover art is entitled “Frankly My Dear...”
Tempers, tantrums, spoils of desires...Games fought and lost in the name of fashion. But spite can drive the battle farther. To sate
sweet Scarlet’s raging passion.

Meet this month’s cover artist, Jacqui Faye. Born in San Antonio, Texas, Jacqui is a self-taught portrait artist and contemporary painter, who primarily works in acrylics on canvas or linen. As a child, Jacqui was inspired...

This is a story that’s hard to share, but only because it means so much to me. And I want to preserve it’s memory with the meticulousness of mummifying a great Egyptian Prince. Sometimes, in sharing, I feel like I lose my sense of ownership-like someone might take or change my memory. But this story is meant for here. God was meant for such glory.
A year ago today, my husband and I finished hiking the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT). It took us five months to the day, and I felt every mile, all 2,655 of them, in each and every foot bone, in the stretch of...