Not ashamed to confess I’m a flower freak. My neighbor’s tea roses stop me in my tracks. I stand over my freesias (they smell like Froot Loops) crooning “Grow, Grow!” And my children were late to school today because I insisted that we stop t...

I love me some A-line frills and no-nonsense pencil styles, but I have to admit that sometimes I’m guilty of dreaming of jeans on the job. See, unlike most skirt! offices, we have a no-jeans rule here in Savannah, and I’m just itching for som...

I haven’t watched much daytime television since Patch and Kayla broke up the first time (that’s a couple of decades ago for those of you who didn't watch Days of Our Lives on your best friend’s Betamax every day while doing your algebra homewor...