7 09, 2011

A Landmark Restoration

By |2011-09-07T12:04:26-04:00September 7, 2011|College of Charleston Magazine|1 Comment

For more than 200 years, life at the College has been centered at its Cistern Yard. Here, in a sacred spot both at the heart of campus and downtown Charleston, magnificent buildings surround an incredible urban garden of live oaks and a large lawn. This is where generations of students have come to sit, paint,

7 09, 2011

Organizing Hope

By |2011-09-07T12:03:47-04:00September 7, 2011|College of Charleston Magazine|1 Comment

Most of us want to save the world, but not many of us actively try to do it. Well, one alumna certainly is, and she’s found her career’s calling as an advocate for environmental policy. by Jennifer "Gigi" Kellett '00 When I graduated from the College, I thought that I would take a couple of

7 09, 2011

A Taste of True Hospitality

By |2011-09-07T12:03:26-04:00September 7, 2011|College of Charleston Magazine|Comments Off on A Taste of True Hospitality

For a month last summer, 15 creative writing students made their home in the small hillside town of Spoleto, Italy, with English professors Bret Lott and Emily Rosko. There, they worked on crafting poetry, writing travel memoirs and discovering a new world. by Lauren Krouse After two weeks in Spoleto, I had become disenchanted with

7 09, 2011

The Gold Standard of Giving

By |2017-08-15T11:54:08-04:00September 7, 2011|College of Charleston Magazine|Comments Off on The Gold Standard of Giving

They have dreams. They see possibilities. They know that – with the right opportunities – they can make a difference. They’re out to change lives, maybe even entire communities. And, together, they show a lot of promise. In fact, neither the Goldsmith scholars nor Raymond and Georgina Goldsmith themselves can see an end to the

7 09, 2011

Witness to History

By |2011-09-07T12:02:44-04:00September 7, 2011|College of Charleston Magazine|1 Comment

Susan Ray ’91 stared in disbelief at the piece of paper in her hand. “No name. No Seat. Free,” was printed on the ticket from Turkish Airlines. Then, it was time to go. Gathering her three children, Sue turned to her husband, Lt. Col. William “Bill” Ray ’94, and said goodbye. They were leaving Egypt,

7 09, 2011

Holding Down the Fort

By |2011-09-07T12:02:03-04:00September 7, 2011|College of Charleston Magazine|2 Comments

Call it a reverse oasis. At the western tip of the Florida Keys, surrounded by pristine blue waters, lies Fort Jefferson, the largest masonry structure in the Western Hemisphere. The crown jewel of Dry Tortugas National Park, the 165-year-old U.S. naval fortress – built to protect the country’s commerce interests in the Gulf of Mexico

7 09, 2011

“Those Days Were Mine” by Clay Ross ’98

By |2017-07-25T16:18:42-04:00September 7, 2011|College of Charleston Magazine|2 Comments

  Home base: New York, N.Y. A.K.A.: U.S. State Department Jazz Ambassador His band: Matuto (“Brazilian slang for hillbilly”), which has been described as having the sound of “a Brazilian Carnaval in the Appalachian Mountains” Most recent distinction: Matuto was one of 35 groups out of over 750 applicants from around the world selected for

7 09, 2011

“Reckless Revolution” by Taylor Moore ’07

By |2011-09-07T12:01:02-04:00September 7, 2011|College of Charleston Magazine|2 Comments

Home base: Greenville, S.C. Playing on the track: “It’s me on guitar and vocals, Sarah Clanton Schaffer on cello and producer Marcus Suarez of Whitestone Studios in Greenville.” The writing process of “Reckless Revolution”: “The biggest challenge was trying to capture the entire four years – what could very well be the best years of

7 09, 2011

“Dedication” – Jordan Gravel ’08

By |2011-09-07T12:00:37-04:00September 7, 2011|College of Charleston Magazine|4 Comments

Home base: Charleston, S.C. Musical beginnings: “I started playing music when I was 4 years old. My brother used to play piano, and I would watch him practice. Then one day I was in the car with my mom and she put on a tape of Little Richard playing ‘Itsy Bitsy Spider,’ and that was