Sixty miles walked. Four days. Two of them on the tail end of Winter Storm Titan. Other than a nagging blister on my sore left pinky toe, I’m trudging through the abuse. I owe huge thanks to two tough Southern ladies. Miss Ethel, owner of Hope Farm in Natchez, gotContinue Reading

Today is the official launch of the To Live Forever: Journey to Charleston Contest. I was prepared to beg. And bribe. And threaten my friends to put this package together.

I didn’t have to do any of that. When I approached Chef John Ondo and Chef Nico Romo, they responded in less than 60 seconds: We’ll do anything for you, Andra. Dean Andrews came through with luxury rooms at the exquisite Zero George. My dear friend Kristin Cobb offered cupcakes from Cupcake. The fellows at The Belmont wouldn’t stand for the package to be without Thunderclappers.
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