Publisher's Note

In the merry month of May, I watched my daughter, Marley walk across the stage and graduate from The College of Charleston. It was the end of a life-long journey for a young lady that I’m so proud I had the opportunity to help raise. Her mother had her young and missed her chance at the traditional college experience and from the moment she understood what college was, it was her mission to do it right.

She was in the band at Rome High School and that ate up a lot of her time, but she shined brightest in the classroom and was borderline obsessed with her grades. She put a ton of pressure on herself, and it led to some tearful, anxiety-ridden nights of potentially