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Have a soft spot for this time of year, with its hearts and romance and love-inspired everything? You can roll that right into your home, too—here's 20+ romantic design ideas

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...

The musician from Fowler's Mustache who nearly lost his life last summer quietly took to the stage last night, covering Bob Dylan's "I Shall Be Released" and reminding us to embrace the little things

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

Sex, drugs, and... well, suicide sells. Why artist types can't imagine themselves out of misery, and why the music industry can't get enough of it. (Caution: I don't have answers, just big questions)

This one speaks for itself today—the one-week anniversary of the Newtown tragedy. We're grieving and mourning those children lost, yet still celebrating this season and the story of The Child

My eldest daughter once vowed that she would never do two things: Listen to Elvis' "Blue Christmas" ever again or wear a black one-piece swimsuit. Here's how I schemed to have her to do the first

When words are inadequate and the ache is deep, amidst prayers for peace and sanity and gun control and more sanity, some Kiwi kids offer this... to help celebrate the season of the child

When I heard of the tragedy, my first reaction was to be afraid—to hold my children tight. But today is different. Today, I'm angry and I'm fighting back by showing that love is greater than any evil

They may have rhythm, good looks, and a magnetic personality, but I bet they don't have a refrigerator that looks like an amp. Here's this and more great gift ideas (from an award-winning blogger...)

While touring Callie's Biscuits' new home, I found black pepper-bacon buttermilk biscuits, homemade jam, and pimiento cheese. Mmmmm. Another notable finding? THE perfect holiday hostess gift

All a writer needs is a pen and pad... A dog pen and four padded hoofs, that is. Lowcountry authors go fetch some puppy love at tonight's book release (bow-WOW) to benefit Charleston Animal Society

I know, I know, those sourdough starters can be about as welcome as a chain letter. Unless it's been molded, kneaded, shaped, baked into a cake, and given to you by a true friend

A near year-end review of my go-to blog site (Editor's note: We SWEAR we didn't bribe Renae to write this)

Whether you're headed home from yoga or a late night spent at the Silver Dollar, one thing's for sure: You gotta stop by this seriously awesome eatery, nestled at the corner of Cannon and King

AAA batteries in a meringue pie. Sweet Junior finding a wife with whom to share the holidays. The image of a “rotund little shorty” chomping on a turkey leg. What about Renae’s post DIDN'T we love?

Shotgun blast explosions in the kitchen, pies with a side of triple-A batteries, portly stepmothers who take to the turkey leg Flinstone-style—these holiday blunders bring out the best in us...

Fearless Felix proves to be one hell of a weekend warrior. But I believe his 24-mile free fall tells us more about what it means to be grounded than about zooming through space.

Can anyone explain to me why Halloween costumes for women are so slutty? And why men's aren't? And why the heck children's are?!

One dead leaf does not a fall make. But... after digging up chilly journal entries from a snowed-in stint a few years ago, I figure palmetto fronds rustling in the wind are as good a sign as any