As a child, watermelon was always an ‘outside food.’ Willie, Allison and I would line up on the steps of our back porch, watermelon triangles in hand, our little teeth crunching into the fruit, our faces, fingers and clothes sticky and pink as we let the watermelon take over. Years later I still cherish the purely-summer practice of eating watermelon by-the-slice …
St. Simons Island and the Cottage with the Red Roof
Have you ever heard a ‘Mary Caroline’ story? Chances are, if you’ve met me in person, then the answer is yes. And I bet you are chuckling now, recalling these funny tales of a supremely kind, innocent girl from Spartanburg, South Carolina. Mary Caroline and I met the first week of school during our freshman year at Centre College. Her peppy …