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
Kids making noises with their armpits, boiled peanut shells tossed out of windows, and cries of "He's touching me!", "How much further?", and "I have to pee!" Let's hear it for family road trips
Charleston's courtyards, homes, and storefronts are graced with the heady finery of vinery, that mess of tamed madness. The real credit for its rambling perfection is in the hands of the pruner
