I’m always happy for an excuse to visit Beaufort, South Carolina. The town that was too pretty to burn during the War of Northern Aggression, I mean, the United States Civil War. (Well, because a bunch of Northerners owned the sprawling mansions by the time the Union Army got there.)
I’m glad. Whatever it took to save this treasure, an hour’s drive south of Charleston and an hour and a half from Savannah, GA: Maybe those dang Confederates weren’t too proud to beg.Continue Reading

Thanks to everyone who came out to Cupcake Down South’s Upper King Street Charleston location yesterday. Good news: I broke Dad’s record for most books sold in one day. By a long shot. He’ll NEVER catch up with me. Bad news: MTM has been kissing me non-stop since I got home. He shared his Very Bad Cold with me, and I’m down for the count.
Therefore, I’m leaving it to Mom to write today’s post. She phoned it in.Continue Reading