“Let’s build ourselves a pleasant little mountain,” the vaguely familiar voice from the computer said. “We’ll start with a little bit of...

FOMO= The Fear of Missing Out. For three years, the pair of tickets laid on our family desk collecting dust. They’d been there since late...

“I’ll serve sweet tea and pimento cheese. Maybe a charcuterie board and a Pinot Noir,” I think to myself jumping into hostess mode. “Or,...