I’m A Faded Musical Star

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I starred in a play. A musical called "South Pacific." Perhaps you've tried to Wash That Man Right Out Of Your Hair while having Some Enchanted Evening falling In Love With a Wonderful Guy on Bali H'ai?

No?

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I feel like I'm back on the Natchez Trace. Except my feet aren't bleeding. And I'm not about to kill Dad.

For the next week, I'm doing a marathon series of book appearances. Lowcountry South Carolina. Boston area Massachusetts. Eleven appearances in seven days.

And I got my period early. Yay me.

The One Where We Took The British To The Beach

At least one English person learned to boogie board at Sullivan's Island. That would be Felix, Kate and Phil Shrewsday's son.

We sat in a sandstorm, at the mouth of Charleston Harbor, and we watched Felix and Cayleigh ride waves, while pelicans fished in the background. Morris Island Lighthouse rode the surf in the distance, the eroded site of the movie "Glory."

The One Where We Took the British to War

It all started with Poe. Edgar Allan, to be exact.

We stood with the Shrewsdays at Fort Moultrie on Sullivan's Island, a fort where American rebels first repelled the British Royal Navy at the start of the American Revolution. It was a crude sight. Crosshatched palmetto logs and sand.

But those logs were sponges to cannonballs. Fort Moultrie was impenetrable.

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A quick post, Dear Reader. I'm almost to the end of my final memoir revision.

And I need your help.