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Should you play at a big-name, cavernous venue like this if you can't draw the crowd, or are you better off at the Tin Roof with a couple dozen devoted fans? Here's what happened (and my answer)...

This is one blogger who knows how to sniff a silver lining out of any old summer storm cloud. Renae's post had a few on the Grit team dabbing their eyes...

A morning of chaotic twists and turns made me second-guess the safety of being in my own company. It wasn't until I was clumsily led to a can of SpaghettiO's that I understood why

With the championship heating up, just getting onto Kiawah Island can build up an appetite. Luckily, there are plenty of great places to eat once you get there. Here's a recap of a few of my favorites

Whispers of the past, adventures of the present, and the hopeful dreams of a boy in Massachusetts all collide at the Sewee Shell Ring in Awendaw

Word to the wise... It appears the City's parking enforcement division has embarked on a wild booting binge up and down peninsula streets. Here's what I saw yesterday

Here's the real lesson in human nature from the local saga: when we witness our mortality (even through another's) and do what's right in the moment, that's when we really begin to live

My granddaughters' fast-food, fast-pace habits face down a little home cooking and slow drives through the country

Let’s slow our roll a bit and sail into the weekend. The Grit team thinks Renae’s lyrical post—sprinkled with lovely images like “the peekaboo line of fire”—is sure to do the trick

Some things God is a stickler about and sunrise is one of them—a literary snapshot of our shore at first light

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...

Okay, I admit I struggled with this story for a bit. I had a hot flash, left to go get some snacks, forgot what I was doing, remembered what I was doing, and came back....

It's too bad I already have a garage and a house filled with "deals" that I "had" to have. Some of these things are calling out my name!

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)

Did you dress in finery and go to a rooftop party? What did you drink? Beer? Wine? Bourbon? Champagne? Can you remember?

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