One year I spent an hour in someone’s Charlton Street living room sipping Jameson out of a china teacup before realizing we were actually supposed to be across the lane. Fortunately, the elderly couple whose house we crashed was very gracious about our confusion—they even poured us to-go cups.
The (Civil) Society Column
The Dredge Report
The Big Dig has had its shovels in motion off Tybee Island for quite a few months now, and all is going to according to plan. Well, almost.
Fire, brimstone and FADA
Listen, I’m no biblical scholar, but I know a wolf in sheep’s clothing when I see one.
Tourism in Savannah: Balancing journey and destination
It’s a tricky business, this balancing act of maintaining a good quality of life and showing our guests a good time. And we’re certainly not alone.
Schlepping with ‘Sylvia’
WHEN I was a teenage anarchist sitting around my suburban bedroom plotting how to subvert the patriarchy without chipping my nail polish, I had a fabulous role model.Let’s just say I saw more to emulate in Sylvia than I ever could in Farrah Fawcett.
Georgia Day: Faces of history
IT’S A well-known fact that history is owned by the victors.And by victors, what we mean is the rich white guys. Oh, don’t get your jockstrap in a beta male bunge—this is not an attack, just an observation.
Dance like everyone’s watching
“What we try to do with the festival is to present an opportunity to learn and appreciate the depth of African American history on a broad level as well as how it applies locally, especially for young people,” says Shirley James, who has organized the Black Heritage Festival since 2002.
Walking the Fifth Ward with Solidarity in Savannah
“You know, there have been articles on crime from everyone except those who are in the midst of it. What if there was something from the young men’s point of view?”
Sign o’ the times: RIP Leonard Miller
The man and his van got around, and his signature looping script graces buildings and businesses all over Savannah and beyond.
Ready for your close-up, Savannah?
With all the Hollywood magic coming to town lately, the line between us earthly creatures and our matinee idols is becoming as blurry as a Vaseline lens.
A year of living and dreaming with Emergent Savannah
“Looking at it from the perspective of our hopes and dreams, we found that we really aren’t that different.”
Take me to church
I’m a flower-worshipping daughter of Israel, but I sure do adore the Christmas story, with all the kindness and frankincense. And I’ve always had a major girl crush on Our Lady of Guadalupe, which is what’s bound to happen when you grow up the only Jewish feminist on the block in Tempe, Arizona.
