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Dear Emily: I was invited to a wedding shower at a country club. What should I wear?
Dear citizens of Toomsboro, Ga.,
I loathe the women’s restroom with every fiber of my being. It exists for no other purpose than to torment me.
In the global race to develop a glow-in-the-dark dinosaur quarter, the United States has been defeated by its bitter enemy, Canada.
I’ve found the perfect summer job for my kid: Snakehead bounty hunter.
As old-time radio comedian Jack Benny used to drawl, “Well….” — to great laughter…
We were yet to be filthy rich, but I could not stop obsessing about the dirty tricks they — my so-called friends and coworkers — would pull to steal my share of the Mega Millions jackpot.
I was sure it was the perfect place for the wife to have a flat tire: The truck stop.
Dear Emily: My boyfriend bought a new Android phone and has become obsessed with downloading apps.
After three straight years of underwhelming the children at fifth-grade career fair with dusty editions of old newspapers, outdated camera equipment and tired anecdotes about how we did things "back in the day," I unleashed two secret weapons this year to win young hearts and minds: beach balls and a real, live multimedia journalist.
The North American Aerospace Defense Command says a biplane violated restricted airspace over theWashington, D.C.region the afternoon of March 22, and got a U.S. Coast Guard helicopter escort toStafford Regional Airport as a result.
Who shall most mourn the death of the printed encyclopedia?
Like the counselor who advises people to stop and smell the roses, nutritionist Debra Benfield advises clients to stop and smell the food.
Penguins may have grabbed animal-kingdom headlines of late, but they just aren’t interesting or funny.
I needed a little time off, but I didn't need two black eyes and a busted head.
President Obama wants cheaper pennies.
I’ll probably never wear a pair of scratch-and-sniff jeans.
A quick glance at the calendar tells me it is February 2012, only 10 short months from the fiery, apocalyptic end of humanity.
Dear Emily: I asked my best friend to be my maid-of-honor at my wedding.
Major media outlets were on this story like an agitated chimp on a human being’s face.
We both knew I was no pretty man.
The attorney general of South Carolina said a review shows 900 dead people voted in recent elections across the state, a number he finds “alarming.”
Enough with those forecasts of what will happen this year. Fact is, things will get worse, better, or stay about the same, mostly depending on your personal druthers and circumstance.
It seems to me…we live in a community that contains an enormous amount of talent that is constantly available to everyone. So it is amazing for me to hear folks, even those who have lived here for years, tell me that there is nothing cultural to do here and that they have to go to Washington, D.C. or Richmond for cultural enrichment. To this I say, “horse hockey.”
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