It was supposed to be a quiet day. Like the day before and the day after. Like every day in the small, rural town of Bishopville, S.C. Just five days before, the residents had gathered in a standing room–only ceremony to witness what was a pretty big deal in these parts: Socrates “Sonny” Ledda ’97

She’ll never go hungry. Not so long as she can run wild, at least. On a late-winter romp through the forests of Vashon Island, Wash., Jayne Simmons ’86 is collecting all kinds of woodland specimens for consumption and betterment of health. “Eat a nettle. Try a violet. This is sorrel. It tastes a little sour.”

It’s that small moment between dawn and day, dusk and dark. It’s the mosquitoes swarming, the heron hunting, the frogs chirping. It’s the subtle rustle picking up in the trees’ leaves. The precise cast in that secluded spot. The slightest flick of the wrist, the faintest flutter of the fly. Every fisherman knows it’s the

There is something magical about water. Whether ocean, river or lake, water speaks to us, calls to us. We flock to its shores for vacation. We use it as the backdrop of some of our most cherished personal moments: engagements, weddings, family gatherings. We even choose it as screen savers – a colorful escape from

Although I’m writing about a charming garden that sits outside the Addlestone Library established to honor my dearest friend, my space at the College of Charleston isn’t actually a physical place at all. Rather, it’s a nod of gratitude toward an amazing friend who would come to immeasurably change and enrich my life. In 1986,

In some fashion or another, Ben Hollingsworth ’04 has always been an artist. For as long as he can remember, he’s looked at things a little bit differently. Seeing beauty in strange places. Finding opportunity in odd spaces. It’s just that the medium, the canvas upon which he creates, keeps changing. by Mark Berry photography