Please ignore any posts from me about pets needing homes. They’re fake! It’s not true! I’m taking my first class on building WordPress websites, and I mistakenly posted a class assignment to this blog. That said, I am digging my first online classes. I was skeptical as someone who likes to interact in order to learn, but it’s the way education is heading, and I thought I’d try it. For subject matter that is pretty cut and dry, it makes so much sense to be able to take a class on your lunch break, evenings, waiting in a doctor’s office. I hope the class results in new and improved blog content for Hughtube, but in the meantime, please ignore my fictitious pets but don’t ignore the real pets who need homes. My friend, Dan, is a brilliant web designer and videographer, and he’s created some great content for Charleston Animal Society. Go check it out sometime:

This dog, Captain Jack Barkness, is really up for adoption.


It’s a pretty sweet Saturday night. Three boys playing monster tag, Tasha sauteeing vegetables, Elly making homemade peach crisp, Dad and Glen talking about statistics, a light drizzle outside and salmon on the grill. And me, wearing an apron and drinking a glass of wine



Tasha works hard all year for an artistic surge of events called Spoleto ( that lasts for 17 days. It always starts on Memorial Day weekend, and in the weeks and days leading up to Spoleto, her hours start to become longer, her time at home less and less. That’s why we lovingly refer to Spoleto spouses as Spoleto widows this time of year.

It’s actually fantastic because you know what to expect. There is nothing unpredictable about it, and anticipation fills the streets of downtown Charleston as posters appear in windows, tourists arrive in plaid shorts and crocs, and art booths start setting up in Marion Square Park.

This is our first Spoleto with a baby, and last night, Tasha didn’t get home from work until after 3am. Hugh has been having up-and-down nights lately, and last night was no exception. At 3am, my sister heard us bouncing around the bedroom and she appeared like a late night fairy godmother, sweeping Hugh out of my arms and insisting that she take the rest of the night shift. So when Tasha got home shortly thereafter, she had a warm, quiet room to get her 3.5 hours of sleep.

Last year during Spoleto, Hugh was in utero and I dragged him to the Cinderella Opera, avant garde theatre, jazz, orchestra concerts, and more. This year, he’ll have to stay home with a sitter, except for Finale, which is a giant outdoor picnic with an orchestra concert and fireworks.

It’s always a joyful time when Spoleto arrives, and this year, it will be joyful when it ends so that Hugh and Mama Tasha can get back to the really important work of Kung Fu Fighting. g)