By Margaret Evans, Editor

Twenty years ago, Jeff and I were newlyweds with big dreams and little common sense when we whimsically invested our savings in an obscure local rag, about a year old, called Lowcountry Bi-weekly. We hated the name – it was clunky – and we figured we’d soon go weekly anyway, so we dropped the “bi,” spruced up the design, added some new features, and Lowcountry Weekly was born. 

   We’re still biweekly. But, hey, it’s only been 20 years. Give us time.

By Margaret Evans, Editor

Here’s an embarrassing story I’ve never told outside my own living room.

            Thirty years ago, I was a young graduate student in the English Department at the University of Alabama. I had finished my MA and was working toward a PhD, while also teaching freshman English. And I was getting antsy.

By Margaret Evans, Editor

Typically, I’m not a protest person. I rarely go to marches or demonstrations because I tend to feel awkward and self-conscious, like I’m showing off or angling for brownie points.