Day 5: Soda City

Sweet Eliza came home for the weekend on Friday, and that in itself would have been enough to make headlines in my quest to add sparkly fun to these fleeting summer days. But then she joined us extra early on Saturday morning, Main Street Columbia’s Soda City Market our intended destination.

It did not disappoint.


There was so much to see, great food to eat, farmer’s produce to buy, and most fun of all–there was the joy of running into my good friends, Dolly and Sims, a mom and daughter duo I adore and about whom I had just been thinking!

Don’t you love it when that happens?




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It was not a stop we planned to make, engrossed in catch-up chatting as we strode the two blocks to lunch. Truth be told, I didn’t even notice the thing. But on the walk back, after that gut-dumping, heart-baring, soul-wrenching conversation, it called to me like the giant street-level billboard it is.

Good Lord is what I thought as we both turned abruptly and scampered across Columbia’s Main Street without so much as an insinuated question mark passing between us.

Look at that I said.


I am a person who relies heavily on her friends, let me just say that right now. Were it not for the wisdom, spirit and generosity of the women who surround me—who have always surrounded me—I would have been a soul adrift a long, long time ago. Instead, my life is filled with smart, and beautiful, and courageous, and for that grace I am humbled and thankful.

On this day, it was time for a long overdue reconnecting with my most fearless of friends, the magnetic Lorie Gardner. We took our seats across from each other at Hampton Street Vineyard, the perfect lunch spot, and as she quietly lifted the napkin to spread it across her lap, I hurled:


Her eyes smiled at me as I nearly gasped for breath, and then came her familiar and spirit-lifting Lorie laugh.

I know how you feel Lorie said. I know.


It was a phrase she repeated many times over the course of our lunch as we discussed with abandon Life and Age and Anxiety and Time and Being Present. I moved us quickly from topic to topic, so afraid that heaven forbid I’d get back to the office and remember something we forgot to discuss. In no time we made our way to Fear, the topic most on my mind, the current voice in my head as demonstrated in the story of sea kayaking at Edisto Island (shared here in The Only Thing To Fear Is.)

Here’s my strategy she offered, my fearless friend, the one whose spirit I try to summon when facing down a terrifying prospect.

I try to stay ahead of fear. You have to get out in front of it.

And I knew without even considering it this was a Lorie Life Truth, a game-changer that had come to me on this day, at this time, with intention; a little gold nugget to carry with me as I move through my 50s and 60s and 70s and 80s, a time in life in which many of us get to choose what we want to do, only to find ourselves terrified to do it.

Stay ahead of the fear.

And then she came out with this.

Let’s go do the Ropes Course at Riverbanks Zoo.  It’s three stories high. Yes, the Ropes Course. (ever so slight pause) What do you think about that? she said smiling.


And then on the way back to her office, strutting down Main Street as if I’d just discovered the secret to eternal bliss and fulfillment, we catch site of the installation and my breath leaves me, again.

We spot the chalk bucket.
Lorie goes for it, immediately.
yes, yes.
I jump in there.

And then I spot this.

And this.

And this.

Heaven help me, Ropes Course here we come.

Who can even imagine what will happen next.