Dog Days and Real Talk
July in Charleston. Urrff.
I published a piece last month in the June/July issue of skirt! Magazine for their "All Things Summer" theme and, while I wrote it, the city puttered on the edge of spring and those final, enjoyable 80-degree days. Now my A/C grinds overtime to maintain an endurable 72, my sunglasses steam over every time I step out of my apartment or gym or car, and I mentally stab any dinner or drink mate who asks if I want a table on the patio. No. No no no.
I remind myself that summer only lasts a few months, but a few seems like ten on days when the heat index frolics to 109 and my skin sears to a bone-in well done. I love my little island home and this sea level life, but I'm a Baltimore native at heart. Baltimore doesn't do fluff, so I chose to get real for a hot-as-Hades minute. Click here to read my essay, "Dog Days and Real Talk." And may you have all of the 48-hour Mitchum's and frosty booze you need to make it to September...