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I was recently speaking with a friend about our fathers. Like most conversations worth a damn, it was early in the morning and fueled by a couple pints of beer. My friend brought up a really solid point about my father that I’ve been thinking about ever since.

“I don’t believe in an interventionist God / But I know, darling, that you do / But if I did I would kneel down and ask him / Not to intervene when it came to you.”

There is something absolutely comforting about fall mornings...the fog, the mist, the crisp air. It is always so delightful.

The Charleston Museum's Annual Family Picnic invites families to the Dill Sanctuary for an afternoon of festivities. A Sunday well spent, even when kids sort of freak me out.

The monthly magazine that's all about women celebrated its 21st birthday at The Restoration Hotel

Teenie, tiny, not so tiny, just right.

Derek Ahonen's new play, commissioned by The Village Repertory Company premiers at Woolfe Street Playhouse July 31, 2015.

The results are in! Now's your chance to pick the winner of the Charleston Grit DIY Wedding Contest.

As the community continues to advocate on behalf of the future of Burke High School, it's important to draw on the lessons of past educational movements and their failings.

My tribute garden restoreth my soul, but depletes my bank account.

With two people sick in the house, dad can't resort to this typical cold remedy—bourbon

Oh no she didn't! After an Atlanta blog editor took Charleston to task for defending the city's honor, Devin Grant wrote a few words in reply.

You didn't demand it and there was no vote, but here are the most prestigious porcelain awards in the Lowcountry. Behold Charleston's best bathrooms.

Instead of ranting on social media about prayer in schools or passing judgement on the beliefs of others, maybe it's time for so-called Christians to focus on the real issues.

A quick look at one of my musical hero's definition of happiness.

The end of the year is a time for realizing a salad is always the best choice.

Sometimes, the ones who make the greatest impact are the ones who say nothing at all.

Bring back the days when a duck was a duck. And lamb was a sheep and not a sheep in wolves' clothing. Now, as an avid food-label reader, I am learning that less is best!

Jack's Cafe: From Georgetown to George Street

The secret? Taking time for yourself