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If you're looking for a can't-put-down read (or find erratic sobbing a jolly pastime), consider the Oprah-okay'd "The Light Between Oceans"—M.L. Stedman's debut novel. Here's what to expect...

Plus! With the shutdown behind us, we've got a delightfully endless supply of jokes about it for your Friday, courtesy of the late-night comics. Trust us—you need to read these today...

Charleston exec Barbara Fowler tells you what nonprofits need most (and it's not necessarily a stacked payroll), and how YOU can boost your philanthropic bottom line

It's sleepless nights and exhausting days, laughing like you've never laughed and a love so immense, it'll bring you to your knees... Here's to all the moms out there

The guy who clicks LIKE when your husband leaves you, the unabashed narcissists, the Toddlers & Tiaras parents... Here it is, the TOP 5 things nobody wants to see on Facebook, but already has...

A nation overtaken by radicals? I believe the majority of people don't fall into these categories, but are simply classified as such because of political affiliation. Here's a quick (fake!) experiment

Adding childcare rooms to bars, drug insanity, whether I’m the creepy old guy at the end of the bar, YES you can buy me a beer, and a dozen other sleep-deprived musings

Amidst the driving rain, this one got right to the heart of our creative spirits. Add in the brilliant poem by local 8th grader Nina Howard, and receiving this post was simply an honor...

I long for school to be more hurricane-like, for the atmospheric conditions of public education to be ripe for downpours of creativity (like this swirling poem from an 8th grader at Moultrie Middle)

Unhappiness doesn't stick while you're dancing. It's how I got my groove back, and I recommend it anywhere and everywhere

I beg to differ. That, and three other big reasons why I never made it to the Olympics Games

Could Barbie and The Missing F be coming to the Lowcountry in the near future? Read this, "The Bachelorette" finale recap to find out (there are absolutely no answers to that question)...

Last week, we heard all about local gals’ dating pet peeves. Here is the gentlemen’s side of the story....

Ate lots of paint chips as a kid? This is the blog post for you.

More than ready for some wise solutions to the nation's long list of woes, I enlisted the help of my four-year-old nephews to help solve the problems. Turns out, not a bad strategy...

Not a touchy-feely person? Some might call you a "cold fish?" Without some good old-fashioned human contact, you may be missing out on an all-important link to the world around you

The summer after I graduated from college I came home and spent the season terrorizing my mom and putting off the “real world” as I searched for a job.

It's a tough call, and us children of the 80s have it bad when weighing in on this gal's legacy (somehow, Jacko's was a little easier)

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