Post-grad success: A resume ripe with internships? An impressive corporate position? Or maybe it's being genuinely happy with a not-so-perfect plan. A recent article in "The Week" has me wondering...
How's Charleston handling the marathon bombings? This blogger's spot-on take stayed with us—plus, find info on how you can stand with Boston this weekend, here in Charleston
It used to be that sitcoms like Three's Company were our go-to for hackneyed entertainment, and 6 p.m. newscasts jerked our brains back into high gear. But have the tables turned?
What kinds of people did those bombers target? I'll tell you—because when I think about what happened this week, that's who I'm thinking of... They're a force, make no mistake
If you've got a thing for words, if you're hot for font and a fool for the mesmerizing voluptuousness of phrases writ large and draped about, get thee to the Halsey for Leslie Dill's Poetic Visions
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 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
After a failed V-Day surprise involving a risqué love letter and a bologna sandwich, this year I'm taking a different, more humbling approach: I'm thinking about timeless, ageless, G-rated love
Is a good afternoon snooze the cure for most anything? To subdue the daytime drama, tune out the world... Read this and you might rethink all those high-octane afternoons
Last week, blogger Tim Brennan got us thinking about artist-types and their predilection to suicide. As a psychiatrist, I had to weigh in (also, college kids? You need to read this)
Can we get an ovation over here? Some thunderous applause and an air horn? Because haven't we all had this kind of year at some point—this is for anyone craving a new beginning, a fresh start...
Okay, so I fell once or twice in the last year... (I may have even identified with a Taylor Swift song along the way). Here's why this New Year will be worth the trial-and-error, bumps and bruises
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
Here are my five favorite places to grab some grub... (AND kick a hangover and be a better person and shout at strangers about football). Here we go....
Sound(wo)men. Hate 'em or love 'em, the people who work the knobs at your gig can control your fate. Here I explain how, and give examples of what NOT to ask them (e.g. Hey man, where's the bathroom?)
Now that the election's over, I need to reveal myself—to come out of the political closet. I'm an elephonktarian. Feel free to use to the term to describe yourself, too, should you feel so inclined
We loved Jane's anecdote—where she went from former Fortune 500 telecommunications exec to '60s-era secretary in a hot minute—because she forced us to decide: What would WE do in her shoes?
Recently, an older man in a business club I belong to downtown, beckoned me—a stranger—to come take notes for him on a call, then dismissed me. Decision time: SEETHE, or SEIZE the moment?
