Instead of turning and smashing a whiny lady's phone on the ground in the DMV the other day, I pondered our knuckle-headed knack for complaining. As they say, "Ain't nobody got time for that..."
You're on a budget? Great, so am I—here's a new, UPDATED list of my favorite discoveries at Trader's, from $4.99 fresh mozzarella to a buck-fifty spicy black bean dip. Dig in...
Starting June 1. Predictions, plus the similarly frightening Cat 5 weather system brewing in my house. Break out the radar maps, chain saws, and plywood, and let the season commence...
My attempts at Twitter and text-speak had me sounding a little too much like a Macaw—hello, good-bye, have a good day, call me... Here's what happened when I adopted different rules of engagement
My shameless history with this addiction, including late-night bunk bed barters and promises signed by the light of the moon. Oh, and how they cured a mean case of writer's block....
So it wasn't the relaxing getaway we imagined (thanks to a towed car and lost keys), but our weekend trip to Greenville had some highlights—like enjoying tales told by a native and a bite of Bavaria
Musing on conclaves and rising smoke, metaphysics and physics, with insight from two of Charleston's keenest minds: Stephen Colbert and John Keller. Plus, global career advice for all you CofC-ers
Why are we showing the world our food? What UNIVERSE are we in with all the "selfies?" I emailed 20 or 30 people and asked what they consider the worst offenses. Here's the first, horrifying half:
My husband grows out a set of Duck Dynasty-worthy whiskers and gets praised, while I get judged and questioned. Since when is the hair on my man’s face a reflection on ME?
You need a lift on a Friday afternoon? Read this. Meet Leon, Harry, and the long arm of the law, as relayed by Cullen, likely from his lively stoop on Spring Street
Just your run-of-the-mill, hilarious, heartwarming, and frightening courtroom drama on Broad Street. It started on Spring (as my stories do) with a pair of well-intentioned wiseguys and $8 of shrimp
"Time tricks," asking for help, giving negative people the boot... I'm hitting the New Year with a cheat sheet for finding balance with family, work, and everything in between. What are your tricks?
The carols, the parties, the wreaths, the cards, the lights. It's all merry merry. Unless, of course, you're not feeling... merry. Here're 5 ways to handle holiday blues (#5: Stop being an asshole)
Bird carcass meets Pyrex meets half-tin-foil-covered mac-and-cheese... A touch of frostbite from fridge-shelf battles equals a good Thanksgiving in my book
Blow off steam this season with some fun-loving 5Ks—there are plenty going on here in town. The races are like a party! (except for that you're running...)
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...
With a hint of fall in the air (here’s hoping it stays!), I can’t help but get excited for tailgates—or any form of outdoor entertaining, for that matter. To start, here are some well-suited dishes
It's been said lately that the color most associated with American food is beige. Beige?! Now that's just depressing. It's time to work some nutritious Roy G. Biv action into our day-to-day diets
