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lori-blog03When we think about crafting our lives, many of us tend to concentrate on the two most important questions: “What will I do for work?” and “Whom will I marry?” Personally, I believe happiness is a three-legged stool. In addition to the “What” and “Whom” questions, “Where” is just as important. Where do you enjoy the precious life you’ve been blessed with?

If you’re reading this, there’s a good chance that place is Hilton Head Island or Bluffton. So why are you here?

We all have our reasons.

lori-blog02How many pets have you owned over the years? What were their names and what stories do you remember about them?

If you truly adore animals, you most likely have two family histories — one with two-legged people, the other a litany of loved ones with four legs, fins, beaks and tails. We treasure our pets because in many ways, they remind us of what we wish to be. They are loyal and they find joy in the simplest, smallest things. They have no need for excess and go to sleep unworried about the future. Their unique brand of love is the most literal definition of unconditional.

Big hair, the Breakfast Club and break danc-ing were the rage back in 1985. The cost of gasoline was $1.20 per gal-lon; Madonna, Aretha and Bruce dominated the radio and Spandex ruled my wardrobe.

1985 also marked the introduction of our publication; a 16-page black and white newspaper that was mailed to all primary and secondary property owners. As our community grew and matured, so did Monthly. Our folded tabloid transformed into a full-color magazine, our content expanded and the Internet makes it possible for us to reach people across the globe with our website, digital editions and e-newsletters.

One thing that has stayed constant is our mission: to be the voice of the Lowcountry by informing and inspir-ing our audiences with 100 percent local and independent content.

This issue of Monthly marks another milestone in our evolution.

lori-blogMother’s Day has always been an important day for me, as anyone who’s ever known me can attest to. Step into my office and you’ll find that it’s littered with pictures of my daughters Ashley and Brittany. I’m just so proud of the young ladies they turned out to be. 

AT-THE-HELM USEAt last, it’s April. Beautiful, flowering, sun-kissed April.

It seems a little ungrateful to complain about the cold winter we’ve just left behind, particularly when the Lowcountry rarely gets the kind of winter that the north had this year. But just the same, sometime around the middle of March, sweater weather wears out its welcome and I’m always glad to see it gone when April arrives.

helmAh, at last. A nice blank page that just needs a few hundred words of preamble to another amazing magazine.

You’ll excuse my pausing for a moment to breathe, as this month finds us knee-deep in a very busy season here at Monthly.

It begins the day after this issue hits, when we celebrate your favorite people and places at our Readers’ Choice Awards Party (check next month’s issue for photos). It will obviously have passed by the time you read this. If you attended, I hope you had fun. If you didn’t, I can assure you that you missed a great time.

helmI write this in early December just weeks away from the supposed Mayan end of days. If you’re reading this, the world didn’t end. Phew.

And while I’m not really superstitious, I can’t help but take a look at the calendar and think, “What if?”

What if this is the last At the Helm I ever write? What if we toil and sweat to produce this issue, fire off the electronic files, and the world ends before this issue ever sees print?

It may be silly, and it may be superstitious, but it certainly provides food for thought.

loriSeveral months ago, my editor and I were at a wonderful open house at Berkeley Hall. As I tend to at these events, I found myself flitting between conversations with a few old friends, a few acquaintances and a few new faces. One of these faces was Chris Corkern, whose dad Doug was the architect behind much of Hilton Head’s early modern history.

helm006Normally, the hectic pace here at Monthly keeps us playing it pretty close to the vest. Some issues we plan months in advance. Some, mere weeks.

This one has been almost exactly a year in the making.

Last year around this time I got some news that shook my entire world.

The diagnosis was DCIS — ductal carcinoma in situ — basically, stage zero cancer.