{Newspapers, Magazines + Design}

Charleston City Paper

Cafe Mom

Bunny is the Creator, Editor + Publisher of a small newspaper, The Thomasville Townie. Originally writing all articles, Bunny has moved into a mostly editorial role, setting the stories + tone for each issue. She also lays out the issues and designs most of the advertisements. *Update: Bunny has recently sold her interest in the paper, but continues to consult and work on custom publications.

Bunny has published work in several magazines, including Stationery Trends, Thom {Consulting Editor}, Atlanta Golf Magazine, Thomasville Magazine {with a stint as Editor} + Georgia Golf Guide. She’s also been featured in Southern Living Magazine.

Articles, Portraits + PR.

{Poetic Portraits}

All paintings by artist Kati Yates.

Portrait_Charlie{Charlie}

Boys grow up but they never do. Shiny machines glimpsed through the blue wonder of early television seared into your boy-mind. The images stowed away like toy soldiers, a smooth rock and a pen knife into a metal treasure tin. Fifty years later you open the capsule and the memories tumble out, begging for a look. You’re on to another adventure, finding the right ones; eyes ever open under the brim of your pith helmet, as on safari. They need paint, tuning, a touch up here and there and all over. A skinny boy with fresh pink cheeks smiles back at you in the rearview.

 

 

Portrait_Nan{Nan}

Everything about you is the Natural World, expertly packaged and crimped. Long strands of daylight are breath on your shoulders and effortlessly bundled. Antlers here, hides there. You loved Lefty and his roly-poly traveling show. Pictures for the nursery and pictures for you. {Pictures of you, pictures in you.} The weight of everything bore down on him like his magic bricks and nail file borders. He was pierced and died and you are the clay pot sealed tight. Your fox eyes and fairy fingers point to favorite hidden parts. You are always open for others to look, always closed for them to see. Mythically mean and most mysteriously kind. Your tender heart’s as fiery as your hair.

 

Portrait_Brandy{Brandy}

The snake bites the frog that eats the moth. And here you are, near the tail end of a line of seven generations. You belong there now, to this tree with many arms – wide, sweeping, welcoming. Your children were born in its branches and they don’t shy from critters in the yard. Your treasures aren’t beautiful like other glazed pottery, they’re more handsome, their intricacy inspiring. Your love for them seems contradictory to the soft polish you publish for the world. You’re a key and a fine point pen; keeping the door open to tradition, making your own marks. You’re the beauty of a once-burned wood; postcard perfect with living layers beneath every scale of bark.

 

DrGRACE{Dr. Grace}

You’re full of sharps – mind, eyes, dress. Your wit is shearing, too, like the scissors in the silk factory that turned out so many printed ties. High school boys don’t wear them much anymore, but that’s where you learned. I wonder, do you have a tell in Bridge? Do you touch your tie softly at the neck, or remind its place down the center? A few bows but mostly straight ties look like a library of books or the temptation of old fashioned barber pole candy… butter rum, root beer and sassafras. This one is for Christmas, this one has dogs on it, this one goes right nicely with your naked lady tuxedo jacket. If you had one for every friend you’ve made, you’d need to enclose another porch to hold them.

 

Darlene{Darlene}
The word Home resonates like a plucked string or a bee buzzing back to the hive. Home is where your hearts are, where each one beats in time, thumping a symphony so different from your old life. Home was a flock of letters for a while – NYC and LA. It became the place you left and by God you weren’t ever going back. Not never. Until a man came in the evening singing an old song well known… and you did. Soon it made sense and jagged edges fit and you designed a place for all the pieces of your heart you’d collected along the way.

 

 

 

{PR Work}

An original story for A Fresh Bunch, a design group. Bunny incorporated necessary design elements into the story, along with creating a likable character with very few words.